2 Chainz ft. Kevin Gates - I Feel Like Lyrics

Some individuals look at the
Accomplishments of other
Individuals and allow themselves to become
Jealous everybody know what it take everybody
Don't do what it take, i don't get tired

Sometimes you grind from the bottom
Get your chips straight
Sometimes you can make a
Million off a mixtape
Sometimes you get to the top
And then your family hate
Don't give a damn what them haters say
I feel like I'm 'posed to be ballin'
Supposed to be winnin', yeah
I feel like I'm 'posed to be ballin'
No one gave me shit, yeah
I feel like, I feel like I'm

I did a song with Kevin
Way 'fore ya'll followed him on his Instagram
Did a song with Young Dolph
'Fore ya'll even know what Memphis had
I intend to smash, no pen and pad
Married to the game, no strings attached
Married to the game, got a season pass
You was ahead but I’m EZ-Pass
From Decatur to Tifton
I make love with a mink on i'm top floor
You need a key just to get off of
Need a key just to get off of
Need a key just to get off of
Hanging rappers on a chop board
Outline 'em in chalk Lord, thoughts so
Trap nigga on a pop tour
Break dancing on cardboard
Wrist workin' that Pyrex
In the bando with that Mossberg
50 shots with my nigga Jonny
Somebody stole the truck from Benihanas
Next day he bought a new one
Like you win some and you lose some

Sometimes you grind from the bottom
Get your chips straight
Sometimes you can make a
Million off a mixtape
Sometimes you get to the top
And then your family hate
Don't give a damn what them haters say
I feel like I'm 'posed to be ballin'
Supposed to be winnin', yeah
I feel like I'm 'posed to be ballin'
No one gave me shit, yeah
I feel like, I feel like I'm

I'm supposed to be ballin'
'posed to be winnin'
I spent thousands on linens and
This is just the beginnin'
I bought my momma a crib before
I got my own place
Picked my pop up from prison and
Gave 'em places to stay
See I am handpicked by God
I defied all the odds i need a sign that say
Foreigns only in my garage
You know I'm vicious and hungry
My competition is phony
I'm on my way, cowabunga, to all my cousins
I love ya i work hard for this shit
I got sleep deprivation my momma tellin' me
Boy you needa take a vacation
I got one in the air, another one in rotation
And when they ask me where I'm at
I say the trap my location yeah

Sometimes you grind from the bottom
Get your chips straight
Sometimes you can make a
Million off a mixtape
Sometimes you get to the top
And then your family hate
Don't give a damn what them haters say
I feel like I'm 'posed to be ballin'
Supposed to be winnin', yeah
I feel like I'm 'posed to be ballin'
No one gave me shit, yeah
I feel like, I feel like I'm

When I dropped Trapevelli
I stayed in 3 star 'telis
With 2 time felons, one time I was bailin'
Every Tom, Dick, and Helen
They would act like they was reppin'
Who was real? Who was fake?
It was hard to keep it separate
And my bankroll big, this big, need Excedrin
And excessive marijuana in
My motherfuckin' prison
We would wrap it like a present
We would act it like the preset
You was actin' like a peasant
I hold an eagle in the desert
With the Rollie and the bezel
I was fuckin' with the bastards
Yeah I am so slick
Bitch you better hit your hazards
And I bought a Versace plate
Just to eat my salad
And I can count money til
I get a fuckin' callous

Sometimes you grind from the bottom
Get your chips straight
Sometimes you can make a
Million off a mixtape
Sometimes you get to the top
And then your family hate
Don't give a damn what them haters say
I feel like I'm 'posed to be ballin'
Supposed to be winnin', yeah
I feel like I'm 'posed to be ballin'
No one gave me shit, yeah
I feel like, I feel like I'm