2 Chainz - Feel A Way (with Lyrics & Subtitles)
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2 Chainz - Feel A Way (en) Lyrics
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A nigga never let it safe
I be ballin' anyway
God don't make no mistakes
This life is give and take
Needed somethin' wavy to
get my point across
I work for myself so I guess
I work for a boss
Look up at the scoreboard, it'll
tell you who took a loss
Aim it at your adams apple,
turn it to apple sauce
Yeah, cats done turned Peter
street in the motor cross
Last one with Def Jam but
I'm still goin' off
And it ain't about my masters,
I been ownin' mine
Had a white friend mad at me
because I know Farrakhan
And you know this is
a hit, Berry Bonds
And my shawty gonna ride
me like a peloton
Sophomore year I sold more
crack than a windshield
Dunk contest jumped over a
lamb and did a windmill
They ask me how I feel, I
told them never better
Smokin' on opp, I roll more
L's than Pelle Pelle
I stay fly, yes, I'm fly,
land on Mike Pence
I do some stupid shit, don't
let them dog me like Mike V
Don't let them make you feel a way
Could've freed more if they only
knew that they were slaves
Man, we gotta get away
Man, your boy done caught a way
You should hear the way I say
Talk, talk talk to them people
Man, y'all 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 slave ship
How they control our mind?
How they control us though?
How they get us so (Uh), so emotional
You think you Natt Turner
What you want the folks to know
When Larry Jackson called
They let Frank Ocean go
Middle name Mandela
Me and mama 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 acapella
I still throw my diamond up
Oh, you still reppin'
Roc-A-Fella (Both)
Me and Dame in the studio, diamond up
Me and Biggs in the studio, time is up
Wooh and I bet they feel a way
Thirteen thousand acres, I
don't know where to stay
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