Mood (Time Today)

,(Black Man)
(Verlies Was on this one)
(I'm not gon lie)
(Joshh!)
(Finesse Season)

I'm not in the mood for niggas, Uh
I got time today
Why you be talking that hot shit?
All on the net?
My nigga you miles away
I'm getting my money
You doing your thing
My nigga, who you tryna bait?
Cause I got a hitter right to my left
In his jacket where his rifle lays (Bop!)

All money ain't good money
Why you working with niggas I
Want in the grave?
I was putting my name on the
Line for these niggas
But notice they ain't do the same
Got tired of the lame niggas
So I'm lane switching and I
Show minimum face
And this what I hate:
These niggas be burning bridges
For the sake of appearance
This part of the game I hate to get
Near it
I'm saying these things
Cause it's all in my spirit
These niggas be showing me love in the DM
It come to real life and
These niggas is crickets
I fall back like September is nearing
I take all these problems and say shit
The clearest
And niggas be acting like I don't
Got years in
I keep to myself while they run interference
Don't follow the leader;
Become one, Younging
I'm spitting this truth like a turret
My nigga
I built myself from the dust up:
I ain't need me no extras or persons
I can tell that you a lame and you
Want sums
Come correct if you came to me learning
I respect it: I spaced myself
Cause I seen that these niggas be
Made up and hurting, like
Why your mother birthed you?
This is real life, nigga, this ain't versus
I'm not in the mood
I said I'm the best nigga
Never said I was perfect
So get off my dick
I'm tired of these niggas that's running
They mouth on the shit they really
Don't know
I'm getting tired of the subliminals
That I be seeing on your little posts
You like the Simpsons:
Getting dragged into screens
And Looking for too many shows
Reminiscing
I was down on my ass so
I'm running it up
I was battling demons and shit
I was just tryna make pieces hit
Used to be out with Mark getting kicks
34th, 42nd, we flipped
That was back when I needed a spark
I met Fya; got put onto Zigg
I was down on my ass, I was broke
Had to flow
Had to get to this paper
Had no time it's like money I saved it
You know me how I stay on some
Aize shit, on the low
And I'm steady maintaining
I stayed dripping and stayed in some flavors
She be dripping some Bobby Bouchée shit
Water
Boy
Uh
I see it, touch it, obtain it
Talking money? You talking my language
Getting used to all these different faces
I got used to the Grants and the Franklins
Always been on some Franklin Saint shit
I'm in a zone a nigga gotta make it
If you down you should never embrace it
Make a plan; get a team; situate it
If you planning on being the greatest
And I built myself from the dust:
While these niggas attached for the gains
Seen it all sad to say how it changed me
Seen it all sad to say how it changed me

I'm not in the mood for niggas, Uh
I got time today
Why you be talking that hot shit?
All on the net?
My nigga you miles away
I'm getting my money
You doing your thing
My nigga, who you tryna bait?
Cause I got a hitter right to my left
In his jacket where his rifle lays (Bop!)
(Bop!)

I'm not in the mood for niggas,
I'm not in the mood
I'm not in the mood for niggas,
I'm not in the mood for niggas,
I got time today
Why you be talking that hot shit?
All on the net?
My nigga you miles away
I'm getting my money
You doing your thing
My nigga, who you tryna bait?
Cause I got a hitter right to my left
In his jacket where his rifle lays
And you gone (bop!)
And you gone (bop!)
(Bop!)
(Bop!)
I'm not in the mood for niggas
I'm not in the mood