Set the Mood

Let me set the mood let me let me set the mood spit that Clive christian eighteen - seven two
Light a lil incense and pop us another bottle boo...
Chocolate brother this the same way Stella Got Her Groove
Smelling good but that don't mean that you can tell I'm good
Just know that energy you put-out gone be understood
Riding down a black back road in Carolina
12 o clock in the morning driver's seat on recliner
Wide Awake trying to formulate my Escape
Staying prepared bout to change my name to Justin case
Threw the strap in the river thinking what a waste
Trying to stay out of jail cuz your girl of my face
I hire henchmen and pay them niggas to pay attention
And paying some other men to keep a eye on they intentions
It's like baby boy but I'm Snoop they want me to stay in prison
If I stay and listen I won't have time in my day for business
Let me set the mood Let Me let me set the mood spit that Don Julio 1942
That tequila have your feet up feeling comfortable
Remember when I used to rock Filas it was nothing new
Who selling trees under the bleachers while they up in school
And made the same sound a Tesla made when they move
Used to spit that brown crushed up marijuana
B and E's getting tough luck from your honor
Surprised me that my come up was as proper
Was it dumb luck or something just in the water
Looking Smelling and feeling like a million dollars
Came a way from selling pot colored terracotta

Lemme set the mood lemme lemme set the mood
All my hoes saditty margaritas with Clase Azul
Plus I heard it's Perignon for the mimosas
It's brunch time I guess why these niggas carry toasters
We ain't never aspire to be assassins
In this world it's feast or famine so whatever happens happens
I ain't got a single fear except I quit rapping
I'd rather talk about what's real no need to lie about a mansion
Reminiscing on days when niggas was sleep on me
Carolina boy I guess they Rip Van Winkled me
Makes sense
Dark Boy, they think the whip got eight tents
Taking pics of my plates I switch em' up, now that's a bait switch
Niggas reach to hit the point that I'm already at
I'm tryna hit the point where I enter restaurants from the back
Moving militant my team's the secret service
The suits black, but the glock is too so don't be nervous
I set the mood then come I back and I switch it again
Ain't no real one in your circle, peep you been switching yo friends
I know it hurts that ain't nobody down till the end
I used to feel that way too until my homies proved me wrong again
Don't talk like you know me or bout the route I took
Ain't no culinary but all my niggas is fucking cooks
Krak the chef, come and get you a plate you can't relate we full speed
You got your foot on the brakes
We need our back your concerts need to come with rebates
What a waste can't look yo mama in the eyes you disgraced
Pursuit of money every day is a chase
Well either you'll be falling to the back or setting the pace
King