mood

(48th St)

Walk through the port with it, might smoke a 'Port in it

Snuck into court with it, slugs, **** a fort

Plug on the porch *****in', drugs my support system

Love you, but don't miss it, not when I snort

Call me lil' corpse, losin' my mind

Eight ball tucked in my Forces, the ball's in my court

Make 'em play horse, need I say more?

Ain't no need for remorse, you can't copy this course

Just keep that shit short

Never read the report, I just went ghost

Fresh off the boat with it, I had to go get it

Carry the load

Gun always loaded, I'm doing the most

Gettin' the bread, I think I'll make a toast

Tour on vacation, perform in my robe

Ready to go

Kicked out of Paris, I kick back in Rome like

Mood

I get the euros and then I go home like mood

I met your daddy and made him my own like too

Left him in Cali, he called me a bastard, it's true

Mood

I see the obvious

I got a problem and I get on top of it

Pocket got rocket ships

Profit, a lot of it

That's why they call me, I always get out of it

*****s is counterfeit, damn

I hate to see it, but I love the sound of it

Stay with the weed, love to flip pounds of it

Pray for a seed, don't get around to it

When it come down to it

I'm just too evil, I won't amount to shit

I don't like people, can't talk me out of it either

I just don't see it, believe if I dream it

But fake still a weakness, so never mind

Playin' for keeps 'cause it's never mine

Play with my nina, it's hammer time

Lay with a singer, he Catalan

Dame un beso, collectin' the queso like

Mood

I get the euros and then I go home like mood

I met your daddy and made him my own like too

Left him in Cali, he called me a bastard, it's true

Mood

Mood

I get the euros and then I go home like mood

I met your daddy and made him my own like too

Left him in Cali, he called me a bastard, it's true