Mood

Mood
Yeah, Yeah, Yeah

All my life been trapping off my jack
Mood
Hit my ex then never call her back
Mood
Ye Shrug, she fell in love
Mood
We sober now, where the plug
Mood

I don't affiliate
With niggas that's still on break
Feel like I'm William H.
Villa's with killa's and women thats chocolate, vanilla
Stashes in socks, to a check in manilla
Ugh
Envelopes, God I'm dope
I burnt the spoon vamanos
Rosary beads round my throat
She got ghost, I'm the cloak
The pen hand
Spin around clocks
When it's too hot
I spin around blocks
Flip work & I went to work
Yea
Clean record hide all the dirt
Yea
Fuck is you kidding me
I'mma need checks for these simile's
Specially this metaphor
Flex every time that I met a whore
Feeling the kid
Thats just the way that I live

I been flying all over the map
Mood
Let me lose it bet I get it back
Mood
Ye Shrug, she fell in love
Mood
We sober now, where the plug
Mood

Nigga I been savage
Been savage all my life
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Yeah, Yeah, Yeah

Oh no no, now I'm too good
My white friends say I'm too hood
My black friends say I'm too chill
When I rap both say I'm too ill
Thats real
Cuz I kill a yes man
With the same hand that I flip work and ya bitch with
Same hand that I failed school, test, quit with
Drove out BK wrote another hit with
Bitch/
Excuse my language, I'm wasted
I been this since the basement
So close now I can taste it
I came on track where the race is?
I just want gold, Am I a racist?
I'm saying though, I came here to boss
I came here to flaws
You came here for second then you lost
Everything around here cost

I been flying all over the map
Mood
Let me lose it bet I get it back
Mood
Ye Shrug, she fell in love
Mood
We sober now, where the plug
Mood

Nigga I been savage
Been savage all my life
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Wait hold up
Wait hold up
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Wait hold up
Yeah, Yeah, Yeah



Credits
Writer(s): Brandon Cromwell, Blake Frederick, Zane Durham, Nicole Marte, Ben Thomas
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