Mood Swings

Yeah I'm so focused man

Smoking cali with my niggas bout 14 grams

Red hoopty swerving, matching the red of my eye

Devise a plan, come up on grams, same thing new shit

Tryna dip my balls in shawty drawers she told me that I'm naughty

I smoked it like a shotty, brooklyn stand behind we

I might be young black, smoother than ice-tea

Toking on that fine pine tree, make my eyes bleed

Feeling it like a viking on vicodin, riding on my bicycle high

My kush [of a night from the 90s?], I ain't tryin to see them behind me

Don't mind me, I'm just a young american man

With a plan too big to fit in my pockets

Let me stop at the store for a bottle

Pinch a little kush from my partner

That's my nigga I'm sure he won't mind it

Nigga it's the dest and the zombies

Who wanna contest and get clobbered

Huh, huh, check the style boy

Good joon signing out the overdoz wild boy

The kushin' got my eyes stain glass like mosaic

Know I'll be your favorite but if it's wack I won't play it

I'm sayin

Levitated thoughts, drug into your veins

Sandy out in cali, in new york we hurricane

Overdose of my own coast, in this worlds fair

If shawtys come in twos, I guess we can compare

If shawtys count your cash, make sure that this all there

Hit the bong, lighters in the air, for this nigga here

Hold the phone, no control, bitch I might overdose

Zombies, worlds fair, motherfucker, watch the chrome reload

Samo tatted on your bitch's titties nigga (bumbaclot)

Samo graffiti in your fucking city nigga

Passing on the blunt, never passing on the cunt

Straight action cleopatra while apache on the hunt

So boom bye bye and naughty boy header

Represent underground new york I'm master shredder

For the regular, don't think we going toe to toe with you

It's nothing tall with you, but this unity rolling over you

It's over dude, I want the crew to meet your boo thing

Move ring, ring around your eye, that's a mood swing

Felt the heltah skeltah of the welterweight champ

Watch their face plant, soon as they hear the bass amp

Do what they can, don drop the bomb, no time for shelter

I've been here, just waiting for that link like zelda, don

Cali sunshine on my face as I wake n bake

High as hell, fly as hell, can't hold me down but a paper weight

Closet filled with bathing ape shit looking like an [ape escaped?]

Nike free runs for the paper chase

Zooming from queens to flatbush to la then I'm overdosing

Not on heroin but [?] from chiefin' on potent

Don't front, you know I got your open

It's the original smooth queens nigga track flowing like

Karma is a bitch so I feed her good dick

Jimmy p, take the swish, roll it up and take a hit

I, live in the beat, I really don't exist

I, am like a glitch, eyes low, I spit like

Retarded kids 'cept I'm more genius

Spend it manure, that means shit, holds the door, might exist

Tenth floor rapid fire that means persist

Tenants inhale, hashish, that means that he's bent

Like a tenant, pay your rent, and bent