Mood

Yeah, I don'r know how ima do this shit

Alright, man

Hello

Yeah, yeah

Yeah, yeah

Yeah

Hold up

Yeah

Depending on which mood I'm in, I could tune you niggas out or tune you in

And if it don't make sense now, it'll confuse you then

Hold up

Hold up, let me stop the track

Hold up

Listen

Depending on which mood I'm in, I could dap your hand up, I could bruise your chin, scar

your face

Sparks fly, guard your face

He want the fame, I just wanna buy a marvelous place

Marble floor, shorty put up the drapes

I need to get me body like Beyonce

Put up the cake

Any rapper wanna put up today

Could get dealt with, anybody could get it

I ain't selfish, floatin' like Phelps did

30 crip, flip me never

I had dreams of that Beamer truck, Egyptian leather

Fuck that, I want gangsta white walls

See niggas, y'all idolize and realize there's nothing gangsta about y'all

Depending on the way you talk, you could stand with the team or you could lay in chalk

I could display love, I'll display the hawk

This shit could give a take from niggas, but it gave me heart

Feel me

With the same hand that write, I could rip apart your soul and expand your life

Give your soul to the creeps

My chiefs get dirty like Cleets

The streets like 30 degrees below

Rest in peace my nigga CeeLo and Chino

Since elementary we traded slugs and torpedoes

War stories, know some thrillers and some horror stories

Know niggas smoking embalming fluid fell four stories

I got an itch , I don't bitch, I scratch

Keep barking, I'ma grip the Mac & go beans on them

Get down or lay down and put the beam on them

Ay meet your plug, I might scheme on them

These niggas sleeping on the cuz so long

They starting to have dreams on em

They weren't reliable enough for me to lean on them

So what you reap is what you sow, on my fucking soul

Nigga depending on the way you talk

You might stand with the team, or you can lay in chalk

I couldn't display love, I displayed the hawk

This shit could give or take from niggas, but it gave me heart

Nigga

You niggas Jimmy Choos, you ain't no Christian loubs

Bet they had your momma thinking bout changing schools

Took my first L taught me that I hate to lose

Survival of the fittest, better do what you see fit

Count it up, yeah I'm proud of them paper cuts

We gon' put it together, then we take a cut

I see you with your sour face, guess you ain't made the cut You trying to be with the team, gotta be born with it

Anything fishy, we gon' flip this, bitch like a storm hit it

I Could've got you for everything but I let my mans get it

Yeah he missed a 50 piece but you won't get a chance to spend it

Seen plenty niggas go from acting tough to a can of dust

They high on you now, what you gon' do when they come see about you

All that woofing on the net, now they sharing your proof

No time to move, took that pussy nigga out his Jordan 2's

Yeah, depending on the way you talk

You might stand with the team or you can lay and talk

I would display love or I'd display the hawk

This shit could give or take from niggas, but it gave me heart

Yeah, depending on the way you talk

You could play with the team or you could lay and talk

I would display love or I'd display the hawk