Mode

I'm in my xone
Don't tell me what niggas be doing
I don't wanna know
NDiyinxaki, I got so many x's to solve
Yeah, I fight with my bros but its best if you don't get involved
Cause they got a mode of their own
And I'm in a mood
Pardon the cold heart
I got a cold shoulder
This shit getting colder
I'm in my
Xone, Xone, Xone, Xone, Xone, Xone,Xone
Eyy mode!

Yeah
Trapping hard is the passion
I pull up hit it then I'm dashing
My rifles be asking no questions
I just send out the direction
Big Wolf puffing bad bad
Get too high then I'ma crashland
Bad move be your last one
Then flowers growing on a dead man
Red dot like you idian
2 Minutes later you see The Man
Mama said that I should pray for things
But praying only doesn't pay the bills
Yeah I will forever do me and no lesser
You should do you and that cancels the pressure
They act like they like you as soon as you enter
Then switch on you and turn cold like the winter
It's so ironic how when niggas get paper
Bitches be into you deeper than splinters
Stuck to the paper like I am a staple
I am unruly, Napoleon-mental
Stoned like I just passed to maddam Medusa
Besides the hating, man
What else can you do, sir?
Trapping so hard I been waiting for BOOM
The large elephant has now entered the room
Don't give a fuck, man I'm stuck in a Xone

And I got a cold heart
I got a cold shoulder
This shit getting colder
I'm in my xone
Don't tell me what niggas be doing
I don't wanna know
Ndiyinxaki, I got so many x's to solve
Yeah, I fight with my bros but its best if you don't get involved
Cause they got a mode of their own
And I'm in a mood
Pardon the cold heart
I got a cold shoulder
This shit getting colder
I'm in my
Xone, Xone, Xone, Xone, Xone, Xone, Xone



Credits
Writer(s): Luyanda Mbobo
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