Mood Lyrics

Got a cold heart, now everybody get the cold me

Got a script on Monday, I've been high as hell the whole week

They only know the new me, they don't wanna see the old me

Don't ever confuse me with them, they tryna clone me

Tell brother slow down, we already hot, we ridin' with four heats

We started hittin' the yo, we was makin' hits and shit with no beat

My cup filled with o's of green, now I'm movin' slowly

I'm higher than nosebleeds, I hope I don't OD

Free my niggas out the feds, fuck the police

Remember they was role models, now they dope fiends

Shit they probably the ones callin' when my phone ring

We ain't half-assing, it no more, come get a whole thing

Damn, I can't believe they on the same shit

Everybody tryna sell a bow, or rappin' bout a switch

And these hoes say that they gon' roll with you till its sticky

And your bros, don't even be your bros, whole time they playin' both sides

Niggas don't slide, but I bet they get a bowtie

When they bro die, I be everywhere but don't fly, but be so high

These lil' niggas got it made, but wanna thug and shit like Ja

I'm connected in Atlanta, Tennessee and in the Chi

And out west I got a plug in Cali when I need to Za

But it's a drought, cause everybody wanna sell instead of buy

Gotta close my mouth cause every time I go to speak, they go to opps

Biting me, I ain't finna come to y'all functions without pape

Just stop inviting me, in the hood they tight with me, fuck who hatin don't enlighten me

Shit that used to move a nigga don't even be excitin' me

They must got cous' and them on lockdown

He ain't been writing me