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Need the mood set right
I'm a feen yea
Blow a bowl outside
See the stars baby
Strap my soul on tight
Don't fall now no no
Waited all my life
On God baby
On God baby
On God baby
On God yea
On God baby
I swear they all phony
Pretending to be family and act like the homie
I give myself the credit they don't do it for me
I Don't need credit karma to know that they hating on me
I know that they hating on me
I get the report
They wishing on my down fall they coming up short
I need the competition to me this a sport
We tapping on the bottle before every toast
Niggas be doing the most
Hitting my bowl and I fly
How you gone tell me to put my pride to the side like you been by my side
Any direction I point I know that my brothers gone ride
Don't think cuz we not posting them pictures them bullets won't fly
Know that I'm short on my time
But I'm gone fight till the end
Balling like mike Beasley
Baby told you I'm him
Fill up my cup to the brim
still got some grass left to trim
Before that we get in this bed
Only thing I need
Need the mood set right
I'm a feen yea
Blow a bowl outside
See the stars baby
Strap my soul on tight
Don't fall now no no
Waited all my life
On God baby
Yea
Waited all my life
And we here right now
I won't let shit slide
What we gone do now
Where we go from here
Whipe my tears
No more fear baby
I can't run no more
Hurt no more
Heal my wounds
Need the mood set right
I'm a feen yea
Blow a bowl outside
See the stars baby