The Mood Lyrics - Joey Bada$$

[Intro: Smoke DZA] 

Yea 

It's a really fucking cool era we in 

Yea, uh 

[Verse 1: Smoke DZA] 

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 

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[Verse 2: Joey Bada$$] 

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 

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[Verse 3: Smoke DZA] 

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 

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