Moodway

Yeah, I came out the Ville, house up in the hill

All this shit I'm speaking bout, I swear to God this shit is real

Walkin' down the block, I catch an opp, these niggas, know it's real

Niggas speakin' on my brother, I swear to God, I'm down to drill

Niggas touch my brother, swear to God, you knew he straight to hell

Brodies in the shop, they out here screamin' like, what the hell

Momma had to send me cross the state, cause I was on my time

Me and Gangie all up on the block, and yeah, we tryna drill

Rage, baby, when we ho, we stackin', we ask, she don't heal

I know niggas ballin', I know niggas, that's all in that feel