Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song The Mood , by - Smoke DZA. Release date: 19.04.2018
Song language: English
The Mood |
| Yea |
| It’s a really fucking cool era we in |
| Yea, uh |
| It’s a Bada$$, Kushed God colossal |
| We coming through and we hostile |
| 47 deep so everything’s getting toppled |
| Showtime nigga word to James word to goggles |
| Everybody’s fucked like a high price brothel |
| You can’t out-hustle a hustler so don’t try to |
| Word to STEEZy the tactic is still survival |
| Fuck humble nigga ride on your rivals |
| The hoes wanna hang like my peacoat toggles |
| Guess who’s bizzack? |
| Smokey and I’m here with the pack |
| After this you gon' need you a nap |
| They throw shots we don’t even react |
| Like I ain’t got Pedro on payroll to take care of that |
| Set it out where it’s at |
| Nigga flow way in tact |
| The bag heavy scale off weigh it back |
| Lightyears ahead of niggas, not even laps |
| You can’t compare them boys to us |
| Shit, that’s not even rap |
| Yeah, uh, and let me switch the mood |
| Gotta take a risk for your biggest wish to come true |
| I been in those shoes, had fifth-dimensional views |
| Where ain’t shit to lose just more proving |
| Finally got my piece of the pecan |
| Me and momma moving no more staying out on weekends |
| Got no time for snoozing know I’m out for Benjamins |
| Representing me, repping for all my people dreaded in my family |
| I see a canopy of bars thats overhead |
| Thinking to self there can’t be no one this hard, they all dead |
| Go and spar with the ghosts that’s on my side |
| I’m a star momma look up in the sky |
| Son shine bright, don’t I? |
| Only getting brighter I been closer every summer, winter, hour, minute |
| Like I am supposed to, very soon you will be out of minutes |
| You should let me coach ya, work the smoke |
| We keep a lot of spirit while lifting the culture from these vultures |
| It ain’t for purchase gotta take the game in doses |
| The illest shit don’t really get too much promotion |
| Children of the indigo protect the fortress |
| Trump got the whole world feeling hopeless |
| Still I got my chest pokin' |
| Too much headaches not enough Motrin |
| Life will have a nigga self frozen |
| Won’t have my self stolen, dough rolling, head first dove in |
| The flow golden, the wave, the boat rowing |
| We here, they no-showers |
| Smoke blowing the OG in the wind |
| Had a bunch of losers tell me I couldn’t win |
| See you taking off that’s when the hating shit begins |
| Watch you walking on water they say it’s cause you can’t swim |
| Time to transcend, hands in, boss and |
| Ben Franklin’s, all across the globe my name ring |
| Airport, customs, walking through chain swing |
| You could tell I’m doing my damn thing |
| Ugh |