Move, get out the way, Making my Way Through
Hotta than the weather on the channels for today's news
Other Rappers Fakes, Let me show you how a great move
Cuz, I Grind everyday just like your breaks do
True, I See that Spotlight, I'm Coming For The Top right
& If you wanna box, Then I'll drop ya like i'm popeye
You Can Say I'm Average, but know that I'm hot guy
Running Through You niggas, Like I'm Running through a stoplight
I got the life style, that makes niggas envy me
& I'ma Be a star, & thats something that you'll never be
You'll Remember me, Forever in Your Memories
& You Can Try But see, won't ever better my Energy
You Say I'm stealing the Game, But wait Thats Outta line
Cuz It ain't Stealing, Man, I'm just taking Whats mine
For reals I'm tryna make these Bands, While you raking in the dimes
The Spotlights on my Face, I Can't wait, it's my time
I got a feeling that we bout to blow up yea
I gotta feeling that we bout to go off yea
I gotta feeling that we bout to be on yea
I gotta feeling that these other niggas wrong yea
They say I'm breaking the Rules, They Say I'm Traveling
But Yall Fools, I just took the ball and ran with it
Whats happening? Rappers baby talkin, they babbling
Ya Money Vanishing, I'm betting big, Like We Gambling
Ya'll Straggling, in this race I stay First Place
I'm the best, better than the rest on my worst day
Listen, So Gifted, You would think that it's my Birthday
Flows like Scrabble, Cuz I'm having all this Word Play
They hate me cuz they not me, Saying that I'm Cocky
To me this ain't a hobby, my music killin ya softly
Ya'll Volcom To Versace, Mazda to Maserati
I'm Keeping it 100 ain't nobody that can stop me
They wanting daps, I'm Laughing when I pass by
Its a Fact, ain't even slacking during Half Time
While yall running traps, Im stacking, all my cash right
Always Gassed, Here to last, you on your last life
I got a feeling that we bout to blow up yea
I gotta feeling that we bout to go off yea
I gotta feeling that we bout to be on yea
I gotta feeling that these other niggas wrong yea
Ryan Scott - I Gotta Feeling Lyrics
Ryan Scott - I Gotta Feeling Lyrics
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Move, get out the way, Making my Way Through
Hotta than the weather on the channels for today's news
Other Rappers Fakes, Let me show you how a great move
Cuz, I Grind everyday just like your breaks do
True, I See that Spotlight, I'm Coming For The Top right
& If you wanna box, Then I'll drop ya like i'm popeye
You Can Say I'm Average, but know that I'm hot guy
Running Through You niggas, Like I'm Running through a stoplight
I got the life style, that makes niggas envy me
& I'ma Be a star, & thats something that you'll never be
You'll Remember me, Forever in Your Memories
& You Can Try But see, won't ever better my Energy
You Say I'm stealing the Game, But wait Thats Outta line
Cuz It ain't Stealing, Man, I'm just taking Whats mine
For reals I'm tryna make these Bands, While you raking in the dimes
The Spotlights on my Face, I Can't wait, it's my time
I got a feeling that we bout to blow up yea
I gotta feeling that we bout to go off yea
I gotta feeling that we bout to be on yea
I gotta feeling that these other niggas wrong yea
They say I'm breaking the Rules, They Say I'm Traveling
But Yall Fools, I just took the ball and ran with it
Whats happening? Rappers baby talkin, they babbling
Ya Money Vanishing, I'm betting big, Like We Gambling
Ya'll Straggling, in this race I stay First Place
I'm the best, better than the rest on my worst day
Listen, So Gifted, You would think that it's my Birthday
Flows like Scrabble, Cuz I'm having all this Word Play
They hate me cuz they not me, Saying that I'm Cocky
To me this ain't a hobby, my music killin ya softly
Ya'll Volcom To Versace, Mazda to Maserati
I'm Keeping it 100 ain't nobody that can stop me
They wanting daps, I'm Laughing when I pass by
Its a Fact, ain't even slacking during Half Time
While yall running traps, Im stacking, all my cash right
Always Gassed, Here to last, you on your last life
I got a feeling that we bout to blow up yea
I gotta feeling that we bout to go off yea
I gotta feeling that we bout to be on yea
I gotta feeling that these other niggas wrong yea
Hotta than the weather on the channels for today's news
Other Rappers Fakes, Let me show you how a great move
Cuz, I Grind everyday just like your breaks do
True, I See that Spotlight, I'm Coming For The Top right
& If you wanna box, Then I'll drop ya like i'm popeye
You Can Say I'm Average, but know that I'm hot guy
Running Through You niggas, Like I'm Running through a stoplight
I got the life style, that makes niggas envy me
& I'ma Be a star, & thats something that you'll never be
You'll Remember me, Forever in Your Memories
& You Can Try But see, won't ever better my Energy
You Say I'm stealing the Game, But wait Thats Outta line
Cuz It ain't Stealing, Man, I'm just taking Whats mine
For reals I'm tryna make these Bands, While you raking in the dimes
The Spotlights on my Face, I Can't wait, it's my time
I got a feeling that we bout to blow up yea
I gotta feeling that we bout to go off yea
I gotta feeling that we bout to be on yea
I gotta feeling that these other niggas wrong yea
They say I'm breaking the Rules, They Say I'm Traveling
But Yall Fools, I just took the ball and ran with it
Whats happening? Rappers baby talkin, they babbling
Ya Money Vanishing, I'm betting big, Like We Gambling
Ya'll Straggling, in this race I stay First Place
I'm the best, better than the rest on my worst day
Listen, So Gifted, You would think that it's my Birthday
Flows like Scrabble, Cuz I'm having all this Word Play
They hate me cuz they not me, Saying that I'm Cocky
To me this ain't a hobby, my music killin ya softly
Ya'll Volcom To Versace, Mazda to Maserati
I'm Keeping it 100 ain't nobody that can stop me
They wanting daps, I'm Laughing when I pass by
Its a Fact, ain't even slacking during Half Time
While yall running traps, Im stacking, all my cash right
Always Gassed, Here to last, you on your last life
I got a feeling that we bout to blow up yea
I gotta feeling that we bout to go off yea
I gotta feeling that we bout to be on yea
I gotta feeling that these other niggas wrong yea
Writer: Ryan Tijerina
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