[Verse 1: Mark Battles]
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 wit it
Look my boy in his eyes and say son go get it
It ain’t over til the drum roll finished
And my account got more commas than a run on sentence, see I can sense it
I’m right there, I’m yo favorite rapper’s nightmare
I don’t fight fair, you couldn’t walk in my nike airs
Same design but not the right pair
I’m something they never seen and so you might scare, a’ight yea

[Hook]
I’ve got a feeling
Yea yea yea
Yea yea yea
I’ve got a feeling
Yea yea yea
Yea yea yea
I’ve got a…
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