[ Featuring Xenos the Stranger ]
If Peter Piper picked ya peppers, bet ya get ya shit together
Blowing like the windy weather, strolling like a nigga pledged or shit
I'm excellent the best in this, suggest the kid loaded like a lethal weapon is
Collecting chips, jetting off to Texas stripping bitches
Never catching feelings, cause she got her legs up to the Ceiling
Sex appealing, flesh revealing
My chest is kept concealed in, you know these bitches
Only love you if you never pick em (never pick em nigga!)
My nigga singing in the background harmonizing and I can't even lie
These niggas not qualifying, might feel the need to speak to Jesus, shit as high as I been
It ain't no secret, I am
Well you know, I been
Just feelin
I'm just feelin, Oh im feelin
Just tryna get it, just tryna make it thru
Just tryna make it through
Ain't it odd a nigga keep on pushin
Try it all and a nigga feel he losin'
It's so hard to cut past delusion, cuz I need it now
It's testing my damn patience
What I'm saying is, I'm ready for our moment
If I don't get it now, the fuse will get to blowin
And shit will get to showin, cause im knowin and im feelin
Come on come on, aye
I'm just feelin, im just feelin
Just tryna get it, just tryna make it through
Just tryna make through
Just tryna make it through
Just tryna make it through, baby
