Mood Lyrics

Mood - Khidwerk

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I ‘Member ('Member)

'Member when I was told to go Further (Further)

'Member when Mama said Ima go Bigger (Bigger)

'Member years when we had to sell ‘Em pears

'Member years when we had no Wears

Fuck them Rags (Fuck them rags)

Hard time, I could 'Member when I got no Pussy (No pussy)

Pray hard every time, Man you gah no Clue (No Clue)

You got no food bruh we ain’t got no Shoes (No shoes)

'Member back in the Bronx when you got no room

All the times that I was Shaded

Muds with the house that I was raised

Mama told me Werk, Hard days Goan pass It Goan rain

I took ‘Em words with me, cos I know it Goan rain for sure

So, I give thanks It could’ve been worse

Back in 05

School Days, Scary times

Got strapped in the Woods

Smoke Loud for the Racks (For the Racks)

Non of you Niggas called when it was hard

No calls, Ion pick

DND my whole life (Whole Life)

I got Brodie’s in the Hood Man, just try your best (Try your best)

Fuck the bills, We sort for real got bands left

Put the Cheese in the freeze, Now I gotta fly

All the life I live, I put 'em All into the verse (in the verse)

See me get my keys, clean the car ready to move

Khid got the shots for real, Bitches ain’t in my Shoes

Shawty ask me what me I’m up to, Told her to chill (Chill)

Ain’t no Feelings, Love shit got me Confused, I Can’t deal with it (At all)

We in the set

They think they can play with us?

Now all the Love you show faded, They Ain’t for us

It feels like I've been here before, Like it’s made for us

Tryna get my Cake, Fame don’t mean shit I ball

100 Bitches wildin' out here, They’re Fucked

The Young'inns stoning everyday, No chill at all (At all)

Money gah me lost When I’m trapping back in the Woods

It feels so hard my Bro So, I can’t sleep no more (No more)

Grinding all nights Yeah, Ion Give no Fuck

Ain’t Gah no life my Bro here, I Gatto ball

Niggas pray we top

Many had to tell

Mama pray for me

Street don’t fair with us (Street Ain't Fair)

No Worries, no shawty, Just get Money (Get money)

I know Brodies tryna make it through Vision Blurry (Vision Blurry)

Shaded all my life Cos, I make Racks steady

Ion do no debate

Speeding no relent

Big cash big Bands

Off the trench, no friends

I’m stepping on ‘Em neck

Hatin' cos I'm blessed

Got my racks off the Street

Pray to God nail my racks (Geh money)

I know My life rollin' in reverse

Don’t get me wrong here

I’m rolling to the verse

In the best Living, 'way I trap in the verse

All the weed smoking in the Pound, Fuck it Imma pop

(Imma Pop)

Trapped up by the wall

Seen many Niggas call

See, I’ve done things Worst More Than the Worst

I’ve seen shit, been through hell but not like before

Khid knew before I was Goan ball for sure

Late night In the studio Tryna Make The Songs

So I go for my note Tryna Jot my thoughts

In the beat on the verse You can hear me rap

Khid doing his best just so you can hear my style

Yeh

Hear my style