Man I aint in the mood
A monday morning I'm yawning
I'm getting out of my bed
I hear my pockets are calling
And now I'm shaking my head
Got some ish on my mind
Will I really survive without my nine to the five
I need a piece of your pie
I'm here to step on your toe
While some will call it a hobby I put it all in the flow
Why would I put on a show
Pretend this isn't for me
Man I keep on doing myself you wasn't killing my dream
You see this rapping a balance
But can you make it with talent
Or are you playing a character
Just to get in the barrier
While you're surfing a wave
I'm out here making my lane
You see it go into flames
The day you sell it away you go
You collabing with vindi I drop a thought with this penny
Give him the mic and this henny like giving rambo the semi
The automatic I flash it which one of you wanna have it
What was you saying you playing
Oh no you're being so passive
I had enough of your gassage you in the mood well I wasn't
Instead of giving a finger I'm bout to flip you a dozen
I know you're mean with that mugging
I heard your bringing your cousin
You say you're taking me out without a Paddy you're bugging
I cant wait till I'm nigga rich
I'm on a song talking gibberish
I cant wait till I'm nigga rich
I'm on a song talking gibberish
We know your girl yea she go down
And been rocking her head you know the D Lo Brown wow
My bro how can you trust that
Man we all left it on her back like a ruck sack
So blasphemous
Man I wish I could defend now Park a bus
Ya can't walk with us but am I up myself
Go practise safe sex and go yourself you know
I cant wait till I'm nigga rich
I'm on a song talking gibberish
I cant wait till I'm nigga rich
I'm on a song talking gibberish
I cant wait till I'm nigga rich
I'm on a song talking gibberish
I been cynical timing so critical
Man I had a flow since leaving the umbilical
Next who man I rather be the first one
Never been road so no i don't burst guns
My pen to work is how I pay dues
Oh you going bar for bar I'm gonna slay you
In the mood man you know i gotta stand
It's all indie man have no handcuffs
Your girl is on me how I can prove that
You know she sent me a nude is that a boob trap
What's stronger now is not killing you
Cruel to be kind I kill them with the chivalry
Oh he's fallen off well its all nonsense
Always had the bars so now I bring content
Will I appeal to the masses
Only guarantee in life are your death and taxes
I cant wait till I'm nigga rich
I'm on a song talking gibberish
I cant wait till I'm nigga rich
I'm on a song talking gibberish
I cant wait till I'm nigga rich
I'm on a song talking gibberish
I cant wait till I'm nigga rich
I'm on a song talking gibberish