Lyrics Way I Feel - C5

Way I Feel

Yeah I lost a lot of homies they ain’t even dead
They turn they back to you when you need a hand
Only money and the fam I don’t need a friend
Cause when it’s beneficial then they wanna be your friend
And they’ll use it against you if you let them see your hand
My mama taught me how to be a man
Probably her tatted on me
Loyalty’s a habit for me
I could hear you clear but dawg
Gotta show your actions for me
Married to the game holy matrimony
I rather be lonely than have friends that
Don’t know how to be happy for me
Cause I can see the spite
Every time I reach a height
Ain’t where they wanna be in life
So they be mad at me
When I tried to help
You told me you ain’t need advice
Some just gotta go through the dark
So they can see the light
And they don’t actually live what they talk
So don’t believe the hype, I never do
I could never lose, I either win or I learn
They got some nerve
Trying to walk across the bridges they burn
Then wonder why they be miserable
Then they take it out on me like
«What have I ever did to you?»
Why you throwing subliminals dawg
I start to evolve
And you tell me I changed
You feeling distraught
Cause you still in your ways
In spite of it all
I’ma keep you in my prayers yeah
Yeah, I’m sorry but I gotta love you from a distance
From a distance, yeah
I forgive you but I won’t ever forget this
I couldn’t see it, now I’m coming to my senses
I’m getting tired of these one-sided friendships
You go a mile for em they won’t even go a couple inches
Now I gotta keep it strictly business
If it don’t make me better then it’s bad for me
They hate me but they still be keeping tabs on me
And now I gotta keep it strictly business with you
So what we talking bout if you ain’t got no bag for me, run it
Trying to act like you 100, when you really 65
You be switching sides, better back back from me youngin'
Way back get way back, like Curtis Jackson in a wave cap
Working late nights you been laying back
Now I’m taking flight and niggas hate that
I know you feel a certain way about me
You be throwing all that shade
You always got something to say about me
But you never say it to my face
Thought you’d be happy that I made it homie
Man why you hating on the trill
I mean I mean the way that you be hating on me
Dawg you’d think it paid ya bills
That’s just the way I feel
Yeah that’s just the way I feel
If you don’t feel that than you ain’t as real
All I ever wanna do is make a mil
And put my mama on the hill yeah
For real yeah