The Mood - Smoke DZA, Joey Bada$$

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