Feelin (feat. x$ept)

Aint no pheelin like this Aint no pheelin like this Aint no pheelin like this Aint no pheelin like this Aint no pheelin like this Aint no pheelin like this I been running through beats scheming and checking off my list They asked me how i did it, I cooked it up like gritz Babe ruth on that mic, I swear I can never miss To all them hoes yappin I simply blow em a kiss She watch me on YouTube, she luv to reminisce Trae young jersey on, but my offwhites color piss My name in some rooms but I probably wont hear the diss 3.5 in the wood I swear this shit rolled with bliss I can't share the wave these niggas stop and copy When I lock in that mode I feel so out of body I really hate the public, can you beam me up Scotty I been had 2 vibes, they waiting in the lobby We just high life living I turned it to a hobby As soon as I answer the phone she talk me down like Bobbi Im not with that interview shit y'all hoes be talking sloppy I get cheese like molly Lifestyle not a hobby, horse in the car kimosabe I know the fake ones they trynna rob me Shi got dark I know god got me They pull up get fold origami Pockets is all chicken no teriyaki When I cook up this shi look like hibachi When I look back my chest be hurtin Tell you how I feel but yea is it worth it I love my soul but I hate my person Pretty lil mama I love how she work it Ion give a f*ck ill buy you them purses I aint the best but I try to be perfect High as hell why I keep on smirking I'm posting racks now everybody lurking I seen her eyes why she trynna flirt me I'm fucked up my words keep slurrin Don't say you love me unless you certain Trynna take me out the light, I was behind the curtain they push me to the side, look how the tables be turnin