Mood Switch

Hate on mines I tell you
"Hit the freeway"
Couldn't even go convince her dawg
I got no leeway

And I'd never go and anchor man,
This shit no relay
And I'm doing so much writing
Heisman like a screenplay
And I'm walking down this lonely road
I bump that Green Day
And not many out there tapping toes
Like Tae in Green Bay
Yea my sched been fucking busy
Gotta leave in three days
Times five man fifteen days
Sold her soul on eBay

Really wish that I could sing like Sully
Hitting on a C and upload it onto Tully
Looking at the sky thinking man you feeling gully
I was in the mirror thinking "man I'm kinda ugly
I should go and fucking hit the bench like Jared Dudley"
If I got an answer Ima spit it out bluntly
Y'all deducting bills on me
That ain't even monthly
In a fake world, that boy
Whipping in a Huntley

Ain't gone let y'all in my crib MTV

Got my fam damn mad at me then we be
Out in them streets

And one day y'all will just see me
But I'm up in them seats

Where those other rappers be
Court side, and then in the suites

All I want like AG and the Maybach
Make one pop so all my fucking haters gotta play that
Fritzal's gonna go to Res so he can cop a fat pack
No ID not blocked like it's a crack back
This ain't Nacho Libre like the boy was fuckin' Jack Black
Writing bout my boy Davey but that was on Blackjack
Hit him up but that's through the fuckin' snap chat
Flat brim cap but I know he gonna snap back
Young man asks if he really gotta wrap that
We been fools, Rich whipped us in the hatchback
I don't want metallic no I need it in the matte black
Scorpion month bro, gotta peep that black cat
Soon the public gonna need to buy a hazmat Suit,
And I know that they don't want to have that
You?
Really wanna go and fuckin' try to nab that?
Ou.
Once a while don't you know that I'm a class act?

Wise man once said patience is a virtue
Stop going back girl, know he's gonna hurt you
Left outside way past due curfew
Don't ask if it don't concern you

Come at me attacking like I'm HR lash
And I'm trying to confirm if you game or trash
Air traffic control with a radar clash
If I get to fucking speeding say "Js car crashed"
Naked with a boner that's a stay hard flash
Inside the war room we jus' play darts, fat
That girl a man eater she jus slay hearts bad
Her obituary like a fuckin' graveyard ad
But it ain't her fault she jus' blame her dad
Nah she ain't glad man only sad
Then a fuckin' mood switch go get her mad
But she don't blame her, only blame her dad