Moody

Summertime, brightened linens, we cool niggas, notorious when the raps slain, now who's bigga
The grave digger, word to tha gawd, I'm a paid nigga, unhinged the shackles in my brain, but still a slave nigga
To the game, is it hard to understand, that I can't shake this feeling
Double up, triple up, that's the stakes when billing receipts to build a business
Bad habits gotta shake my way about up out of
I was salivating at they plate, fuckin' up my own potluck let me weigh up the options
Weighing weight is not an option, had to get away from my potnas
Living life without a reason resulted to rhyming
Unconsciously slipping into my demise, when smacked down by trials, I no longer wanna try, but why
When on the move, I be feeling like the savior, when confidence start to waver, no longer kicking the flavor

I'm the shit, to hell with giving disclaimers, this profession chose me, no need to switch up the major
Alpha omega, I walk amongst my creation, not religious but this is a revelation
Years wasted, wasted payments, sign off my future rights, I've been waving
If I keep it up, I never get my placement when grapes dry, my shit gon' be dated
Sitting round, talking how never made it, prolly faded, jaded, no saving
The fact that I perform, my ego go through stages, the caveman can see the fire been blazing
Lately, everything gon' be gravy, cap lock, underline my statement
Underestimation greatly appreciated, swooping up for the depths, demanding what I'm taking