Mood I'm In Lyrics

Beefy808

Y'all wanted that trap shit again?

Fuck it, let's do it!

This some new shit bitch

You better stay down

Saying I won't make it?

You a fucking clown

Wanna beef? You'll get smoked

I'm a fucking cook

My flow's catchy

Like a fishing hook

All I do is killing beats

When the sun is high

Don't fuck with the beast

You'll get traumatised

Rapping for a living

Speak what's on my mind

Feel so different since that

I've been on my grind

It's a everyday struggle tryna

Find the time

Cause I still hustle with them 9 to 5's

Tryna put that shit behind

Dealing with my past

Like a rewind

But I can't change shit

I know one day I'll wake up and

I'll be feeling rich

One day I'll stop

Blaming on the people

Saying a bunch of bullshit

They won't hear another diss

Yeah, bitch this is rap music

With my pair of Nikes

See me just do it

With some hard work

Then you can prove it

Once you get on track

You just can't lose it

Some will have your back

Some will just hating

I'm just saying facts

Better check your mailing

Yeah, I'm done for being a hooligan

I'm just tryna make a change

That's the mood I'm in

I changed a lot

Everybody look at me like

"Who is this?"

From the top, is where I look at all These pussies I ain't fucking with

Lesson learned

Like I'm going back to school again

That's the mood I'm in

Yeah, that's the mood I'm in

I'm a different prototype

Bout to make a strike

But no copyright

Wanna be like me?

You tryna copy right?

You don't hear like me

No, you don't copy right

We are not the same

Got a different sound

Not the one to tame

NC is too wild

I don't want the fame

I just want a crowd

You gon' hear my name

Like I'm the next Loud

Be careful in this industry

Some people will reach out to you

And try to acting friendly

Some of them are cool

But for me mostly

They just tryna steal my money

Pretend they're somebody else

That's a fucking scam

I don't need your help

Don't text me on the gram

About that fucking article

The source is not right

I tell the truth like I'm the Oracle

But now bitch, this is rap music

With my pair of Nikes

See me just do it

With some hard work

Then you can prove it

Once you get on track

You just can't lose it

Then you'll get some claps

Like a scene that's ending

I'm just saying facts

Did you check your mailing?

Cause I'm done for being a hooligan

See me bout to make a change

That's the mood I'm in

I changed a lot

Everybody look at me like

"Who is this?"

From the top, is where I look at all These pussies I ain't fucking with

Lesson learned

Like I'm going back to school again

That's the mood I'm in

Yeah, that's the mood I'm in