Letra Got a feeling Mark Battles

Got a feeling

Woke up today feeling like a million bucks
Sympathizing for the haters who gotta deal with us
We building up, Fly America is still a must
Forever grinding, I ain't did enough
Hit 'em up, I pocket, mama, I promise you I got it
Just tryna profit like Mohamed, had to get us out the projects
Born to live like the Obamas
So disregard all the gossip
And a memo to my haters, you can come on with it
Look my boy in his eyes and say, 'son, go get it'
It ain't over till the drumroll finished
And my account got more commas than a run on sentence, see I can sense it
I'm like that, I'm your favorite rapper's nightmare
I don't fight fair, you couldn't walk in my night gears
Same design but not the right pair
I'm something they never seen and so she might stare
Alright, yeah

I've got a feeling
I've got a feeling
I've got a

Glad I make a million with a couple sentence
Past premonitions, teachers used to speak of prison
I'm from a city where they hate you and you try and get it
And getting fried even if they got no pot to piss in
Listen, I'm tryna modify my ballad
Shout out to my niggas who can buy shit off a challenge
Yeah, that's Fly America, they bopping, where your flag at?
Double MG, these other posses just pathetic
Can I get a little respect chilling
For the lean the jack spill it
More liquor, forgive me, a nigga be stressed
But when you in it and they ain't giving you sympathy
Nah, you better off simply just chilling, keeping it to yourself
Got a feeling, by year's ending a couple million
Me and SB skating on a couple women
I need a SP, balling shouldn't be this simple
Call it like I see it, so you see a nigga been official

I've got a feeling
I've got a feeling
I've got a

Yeah, this shit's so crazy
You never know when life gonna take you

And I swear to God I feel it
Picture myself leaving, all these demons that I'm dealing with
I'mma make a killing
And if I keep my goals in check
Never keep too many actors on set
You can bet your ass we're out here with my team till death
Ain't it funny how things is, despised all my teachers
Now they giving love, getting praise for my teachings
Still can't believe they gonna hate me for my features
Getting paid for my features
Wish these motherfuckers spend a day in my sneakers
But they ain't got the soul
Flip flopping back and forth, who would've known
That a junkie in the gutter turned shit in gold
And I'm stacking break up till that shit got mold
Told 'em bring a thing of rings, yeah, my team real cold
And the feeling's only temporary, moments last forever
So we gotta do it big as we embark on these endeavors

I've got a feeling
I've got a feeling
I've got a