Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Feeling Like Jay, artist - Hendersin. Album song See for Yourself, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 07.04.2016
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Hendersin
Song language: English
Feeling Like Jay |
Go ahead and read the bio |
Hendersin, I’m back like LeBron in Ohio |
Went against the grain like motherfucking silo |
Ain’t worried 'bout your views but I’m still going viral |
Told my teacher «I'ma do I 'til it’s fucking July» |
I’m in a Lambo in Dubai |
They said «Go and chase your dreams but make sure you got a backup» |
That’s a contradiction, kind of like a true lie |
So, so I went and took my own path |
Man, fuck arithmetic, I went and did my own math |
Four years comes to a degree plus a 9-to-5 |
It doesn’t equal happiness to me |
I hope you all see, yeah, they was blind at first |
Cause I said that I’ma rap, I’ma find a verse |
And that ain’t the only thing that I appear to be |
And this ain’t the last time you gon' hear from me |
They told me «Shut up!» |
They told me «Be quiet!» |
They said «Don't you, don’t you dare try it! |
You will never, ever be it |
You might as well go ahead and quit» |
They told me «Shut up!» |
They told me «Be quiet!» |
They said «Don't you, don’t you dare try it!» |
Now I’m here and you can’t deny it |
Now I’m here and you can’t deny it, oh! |
Feeling like Jay in my town |
It’s about to go down |
Man, six model chicks, six bottles of Cris, four belvederes, smoke weed |
everywhere like |
Feeling like Jay in my town |
It’s about to go down |
Man, six model chicks, six bottles of Cris, four belvederes, smoke weed |
everywhere like |
I’m still spittin', like Nas it was still written |
I am legend, Will Smithin' |
You people are still trippin' over your words |
At prom I said «Fuck it, I’m done with herds» |
People are sheep, livin' my dreams, ain’t getting sleep |
Reaching my peak, your future is bleak, word to Maliek |
I know the chance of making it’s steep |
But this ain’t all about the credit |
This about that producer heard me rappin' |
Said «Sorry, I don’t get it» |
But you ain’t gotta get it |
You ain’t got to |
But I’m electrifying crowds and I bet that it gon' shock you |
Not quite sure how my foot got through the door |
But I know right now I’m the one that they knock to |
Yeah, yeah they was blind at first |
Cause I said that I’ma rap, I’ma find a verse |
And that ain’t the only thing that I appear to be |
And this ain’t the last time you gon' hear from me |
They told me «Shut up!» |
They told me «Be quiet!» |
They said «Don't you, don’t you dare try it! |
You will never, ever be it |
You might as well go ahead and quit» |
They told me «Shut up!» |
They told me «Be quiet!» |
They said «Don't you, don’t you dare try it!» |
Now I’m here and you can’t deny it |
Now I’m here and you can’t deny it, oh! |
Feeling like Jay in my town |
It’s about to go down |
Man, six model chicks, six bottles of Cris, four belvederes, smoke weed |
everywhere like |