Feel a Way (feat. Kenzoe) - DTB Chris

Okay Alright A nigga never learned to save I be ballin' anyway (I be ballin' anyway) God don't make no mistakes God don't make no mistakes (Boom, boom) A nigga never learned to save I be ballin' anyway (Yeah, swish) God don't make no mistakes This life is give-and-take Needed somethin' wavy to get my point across (Yeah) I work for myself so I guess I work for a boss Look up at the scoreboard and tell you who took the loss Aim it at your Adam's apple, turn it to apple sauce Street into a Motorcross (Skrrt) Last one with Def Jam but I'm still goin' off (I'm still goin' off) And it ain't about my masters, I've been ownin' mine Had the wifеy mad at me 'cause I know Farrakhan (Boom) And you know this is a hit, Barry Bonds And my shawty gonna ride mе like a peloton (Ride) Sophomore year I sold more crack than a windshield (Shit) Dunk contest, jump over Lam' and did a windmill (Jump) They ask me how I feel, I told 'em, "Never better" (Better) Smokin' on opp, I roll more L's than Peli Peli I stay fly, yes I'm fly, land on Mike Pence I do some stupid shit, don't let 'em dawg me like Mike V A nigga never learned to save (Yeah, uh) I be ballin' anyway (I be ballin' anyway) God don't make no mistakes (Respect it) This life is give-and-take (Boom, boom) (Southside) Don't let 'em make you feel a way Could've freed more if they only knew that they was slaves (Slaves, slaves, slaves) Man, we gotta get away Man, your boy done caught a wave You should hear the way I say (Southside) Talk, talk, talk to them people Man, you don't even know the language Man, I ain't finna do no lame shit This a yacht and that's a long way from a slaveship How they control our mind? (Mind) How they control us though? (What?) How they get us so, uh, so emotional? You think you Nat Turner, what you want the folks to know? When Larry Jackson called, they let Frank Ocean go Middle name Mandela, me and momma sold dope together I can't hear you Helen Keller, since fifteen I've been a felon A felon can vote, spread the message, exhale accapella I still throw my diamond up, oh you still reppin' Roc-A-Fella? Me and Dame in the studio, diamond up (What up Dame?) Me and Biggs in the studio, [?] up (What up Biggs?) Woo, and I bet they feel a way Thirteen thousand acres, I don't know where to stay (Southside) A nigga never learned to save (Yeah, uh) I be ballin' anyway (I be ballin' any) God don't make no mistakes (Respect it) God don't make no mistakes (Boom, boom) A nigga never learned to save (Yeah, uh) I be ballin' anyway (I be ballin' anyway) God don't make no mistakes This life is give-and-take (Boom, boom) (Southside)

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