I'm not in the mood, I knock you out
your shoes, didn't make any flips and
now my rent due, you tryna get this smoke
its out the window, come with me
baby let's take a ride home

Nat geo graphics in 4k, big booty bitches
baby that's my forte, call me chef base
you smell the paraphenalia, fiends tryna
get to the product its wrestlemania ,
loud mouth chatterbox suck on my
on genitalia, pipe dreams, crack and the
pistols is what the flavors are.

Secrets in the dark, black skin on my
skeleton, it's halloween in a
room full of elephants, naked ladies
in the sun tryna match my melanin, ban
me from the Olympics wanna trade
medals in.

Who can fuck with me think about It and I'll wait,
you wouldn't fit the description in perfect health,
NO.

I got my eye through some heavy iron
the led is auto pilot, the trigger finger
happy without a license, draw weapons
those were the only niggas we called the
artists, sketchy niggas who end up dearly
departed

The trigger happy with no emotions
delighted with death & I dare you look
without losing focus, s"gwinya amakhowe
and see jesus not using focals, scorching
my cinnamon sweet trees I was never sober
and I gotta tell em when I'm..

I'm not in the mood, I knock you out
your shoes, didn't make any flips and
now my rent due, you tryna get this smoke
its out the window, come with me
baby now let's ride home.

Poppa gotta brand new bag I gotta get
some, I lost my mind I guess you
lose some, the iron is scorching
look it's the morning star, you better find
that shade, I'm tryna get sun, the streets
on fire he dying so young, I know a
homie who gotta real gun, inherited money
blowing the lump sum, trust fund babies I couldn't see none.

I'm not in the mood, I'm hungry as hell
I knock him out of his suit
judge my decisions but you ain't
filling my shoes, listen to the rumors
you ain't singing my blues.