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feelin' like da man - ji beats lyrics

sh*t was going down, but i could never quit the race
i been through some crazy things, you can see it in my face
but still stayin’ ten toes, still tryna keep the pace
i’m still smoking indo, ion smoke no lemon haze
now everywhere i go, people askin’ me for pictures
now it’s thousand dollar coats every time it hits the winter
got some louis v frames, now my vision’s lookin’ clearer
feelin’ like i’m the man when i’m lookin’ in the mirror

feelin’ like i’m the man when i’m lookin’ in the mirror
i never said i was perfect, been through trials and somе errors

these somе thousand dollar kicks, i ain’t steppin’ on no airs
baby, tell me how you feelin’, i don’t do the truth or dares
baby, tell me how you feelin’, tell me if this sh*t ain’t workin

i might buy you some flowers, but i ain’t buying you no burkin
i got some water on my neck, so the b*tch is crowd surfing
cut some n*ggas off the team, now them n*ggas down lurkin
it’s crazy that the closest person to you might just be your enemy

gettin’ closer to the top, i can sense these n*ggas envy me
n*ggas hatin’ on the low, i’ma just protect my energy
i swear, i’m smokin’ indoor, that’s how a n*gga take his remedy
if the b*tch ain’t got some ass, then b*tch don’t even attend to me
if the b*tch ain’t givin’ cash, then the b*tch is not a 10 to me
what you made in three weeks, b*tch, that sh*t is just the rent to me
once i hit a million dollars, b*tch, i’m finna change my entity

once i hit a million dollars, b*tch, i’m finna book a flight
to miami, atl, might go to vegas for the night
i might just hit down south and go to texas for some ice, huh
i’m on my way to dallas, you know them b*tches is my type
b*tch, i feel like swae lee, cause i ain’t got no type
b*tch, i feel like slim jim, b*tch, you know we got them eardrummers
tryna f*ck with the team, b*tch, you know we doin’ numbers
tryna catch up to us, you gon’ need about 20 summers, huh

i just spent a bag on a fit, now i’m feelin’ fly
i got so much gas in my lungs, now i’m super high
gotta chase the cheese, yeah, i wonder why they don’t try
and we don’t trust no b*tch, cause all they do is f*ckin’ lie
they gon’ see you win, now they gotta hate
we stay lowkey and up out the way
big body benz on the freeway
next year, whole team bout to break away
yeah, i feel like the man when i look up in the mirror
rollin’ up a good blunt, yeah, while i steer
i hope i don’t lose it all, only thing i fear
when i lost my granny, yeah, i really shed a tear
tryna get it fast, cause you know this a race
you gotta play your part and stay in your place
heard you crossed your bro, yeah, that’s a disgrace
and she got a pretty face, that’s good taste
every time i wake up, i’m feelin’ like the man
i’ma take a flight to j*pan, cause i can
got a bad b*tch, layin’ up in the sand
and she on her bougie sh*t, tryna get a tan
i just spent a bag on a fit, now i’m feelin’ fly
i got so much gas in my lungs, now i’m super high
got a chase the cheese, yeah, i wonder why they don’t try
and we don’t trust no b*tch, cause all they do is f*ckin’ lie

- ji beats lyrics

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