Текст песни Feeling Like - LuckTheArtist

Feeling like I just opened a treasure chest
We on a mission for more my nigga, never less
It's me in the living flesh, we seeing that you clearly upset
Maybe it's cause your girlfriend is clearly obsessed, refresh
Give me my space bitch! Stay in your place
Lucky you still got seat at the table, best be saying your grace
Counting your days down, copy and pasting the way a nigga sound
"Uh" have my niggas testing all "they" triggers out!
I wonder how long it's gone take for y'all to figure out!
I'm that nigga now, listen
You niggas stingy, while we breaking bread
My niggas gone do division, I guess it's cause they seeing through the vision
And y'all niggas don't wanna do collision, you ain't insured
That's probably not a good decision, you can afford
They ain't backstabbing with knives now they using a sword
Crazy how your niggas change, we was sleeping on floors and futons
Used to ride in Yukon's, that was your cousin car
Flexing in different shit, that wasn't ours
We young niggas who running shit, we fucking stars
Used to being broke, it's funny now that Luck in charge
The way I'm balancing the game, I'm too expensive for you niggas though
That's why you in the negatives "fasho"
I know you tired of overdrafts, "gimme" the credit, I know!
Kind of hard when you envying on the low, no radio shows
I don't do the gossip at all
You love her, but when I see her
I'm in my socks and my drawers, it's leisure
How I'm running shit, you mad, got you running a fever
If I was you, I wouldn't like me either!
The way your bitch giving me brain, I almost thought she's a mind reader
Must ain't been reading through the lines either
Honestly I need a girl just right
Kind of like Queen Latifah
To set if off, brown sugar color, I really need her!

Gotta have it, if I want it, I'm quick to bag it
I'm in my lane, so many lost in traffic
So many claiming real, but when it's real, they often plastic
Sometimes after the madness, it ain't tragic
I say it's supposed to happen!
They ain't gone understand what I'm going after
I'm a just get to it and show em after
Live action, no closed caption
Spit this gospel till I pull up in a bigger Benz than the pastor's
We celebrate like student section, when the plug touch down with the package
The extras keep stacking, just simple mathematics
Found a route and mapped it
Ain't even fully tapped in
Couldn't even focus, all this weed, bottles, lap dances
Bitches on the couch dancing
They talking loud, my music louder, I ain't even caring
On this road, I couldn't name a soul that I'm sparing
Heart on your sleeve, such a stupid place to wear it
This cloth really the rarest
Kill em softly, you don't have to dare me,
They energy infected, (Oh No!) I can't let em near me
I tried to tell em, tried to warn em (Oh No!) couldn't hear me
This a top play, probably see it on your TV
Run it back nigga, (slow-mo!) just so you can see me!
They hate that it look so easy
Asking God like, "Why couldn't it be me"
I'm feeling like, it's a honor for you to even see me
It's looking like, it's time for you to start to believe me (Rewind!)