Mitchleading - Mood Lyrics

This shit a massacre
I got my mask and gloves
Are you a ride or die I need a passenger
Inside the van padded up
With wack rappers pack em up
Straight To the canister
They not in my caliber
Get sliced with Excalibur
Dont got no challengers
Just shows on my calendar
Yo shout out my manager

This shit my life just recording to few according to you
Rather want Jordan's in blue
All the foreign shoes
Instead of affording a coop
Chill on your stoop
Than exploring some views
I'm boarding the moon
They tried cut my wings but with soaring I grew
They clocking my moves
Where's the alarm clock I got no time to snooze
I'm not in the mood

I'll give some chips to my soldier
He knock a chip off your shoulder
He got a clip In his holster
Hold your composer
Hit everyone but kids in the stroller
I'm feeling like Sosa
We started with stoffers
F*ck with my commas get put in a comma
Kush my cologne she love the aroma
School of hard knocks I got my diploma
Earned all my masters
I couldn't get fafsa
I'm just getting it faster
Stuck to the strip like a cactus
Jack Iam feeling like Travis
I get them racks in
You f*ck up the package
Don't see no back end
Practice makes perfect
To perfect to practice
Glad pops ain't pull out GREATNESS
Would of been left on the mattress
At last
You could catch me cross the atlas

This shit is my life is just recording to few according to you
Rather want to Jordan's in blue
All the foreign shoes
Than affording a coop
Chill on your stoop
Than exploring some views
I'm boarding the moon
They tried to cut my wings but with soaring I grew
They clocking my moves
Where's the alarm clock I got no time to snooze
I'm not in the mood