2 Chainz – I Feel Like featuring Kevin Gates Lyrics

(Intro – Kevin Gates)
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

(Chorus – Kevin Gates)
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 balling
Supposed to be winning, yeah
I feel like I’m posed to be balling
No one gave me s**t, yeah
I feel like, I feel like I’m

(Verse 1 – 2 Chainz)
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 wasn’t here, don’t even
From Decatur to…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
Thought so
Trap ni**a on a pop tour
Break dancing on cardboard
Wrist working that Pyrex
In the bando with that
50 shots with my ni**a Jonny
Somebody stole the truck from Benihanas
Next day he bought a new one
Like you win some and you lose some

(Repeat Chorus)

(Verse 2 – 2 Chainz)
I’m supposed to be balling, posed to be winning
I spent thousands on linens and this is just the beginning
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, kowabunga
To all my cousins, I love ya
I work hard for this s**t, I got sleep deprivation
My momma telling me, boy you gotta 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

(Repeat Chorus)

(Verse 3 – 2 Chainz)
When I dropped Trapaveli, I stayed in 3 star telis
With 2 time felons, one time I was bailing
Every Tom, d**k, and Helen
They would act like they was repping
Who was real? Who was fake?
It was hard to keep it separate
And my bankroll big, this big, need
And excessive marijuana in my mother**king prison
We would wrap it like a present
We would act it like the preset
You was acting like a peasant
I hold an eagle in the desert
With the Rollie and the bezel
I was f**king with the bastards
Yeah I am so slick, bi**h 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 f**king callous

(Repeat Chorus)