LP Rambo, EKwesco - In My Mood lyrics

I know people cheat to get
Where they need to be
Know my soul is dirty I
Really gotta get it cleaned
I'm so depressed I'm in my mood
Shit I gotta get a tree
Went ahead and copped a ounce cause
I'm tired of getting 3
Tell them niggas that they got it cause
I'm tired of getting in beef
I might leave and go back home
They won't let a nigga chief
Fuck the police tryna get a nigga beat
In my fucking mood just the
Place I need to be

Fuck the system they don't wanna
Let a nigga eat
So I started selling dope told
My mom we gotta eat
From the streets where a nigga keep his heat
When she saw me with the heat
She said son we gotta leave
Tryna tell me wait
Said the system kinda scared
I'm so up and down and shit
That a nigga counting stairs
Never had money so I went and spent it all on
A gucci fit and shit now
A nigga counting spares
Dear brother dear sister go
And get your racks, cause they wanna see us
Starving to motherfucking death
Real shit I did not come up or nothing yet
But my bro would fucking bet you
Gone catch me at your neck
They just gave one of my other brothers life
I can hear him getting into fights
In the prison cause he ain't no
Bitch please don't try his life
Should have told him chill he told
Me a opp gone die tonight

I know people cheat to get
Where they need to be
Know my soul is dirty I
Really gotta get it cleaned
I'm so depressed I'm in my mood
Shit I gotta get a tree
Went ahead and copped a ounce cause
I'm tired of getting 3
Tell them niggas that they got it cause
I'm tired of getting in beef
I might leave and go back home
They won't let a nigga chief
Fuck the police tryna get a nigga beat
In my fucking mood just the
Place I need to be

I'm in my bag, brought a mag
Bitch I let my pants sag
Run a pass on your raps
I'm just knocking off the slag
Do the math, I do laps
Shit gets moving when I trap
You ain't finna clap shit
Your girl ain't even got no ass, look
Back when I was seven I
Was moving to the slums
I wrote a bunch of bars cause
I had to leave my drums
White boy from the ghetto
They look at me like I'm dumb
Hillbillies real silly fucking with my bruhs
Sneak dissing my freak bitches who look
At you like you gay
You don't wanna fuck with me
Then don't fuck with me
And I won't go out of my way
None of you haters be saying
That shit to my face
Cause you know just what I'm gonna say
Smacking the fuck out the booty
Attached to your baby momma
She'll be back in a day
Everybody coming at me sideways
Then we gonna throw nails in your driveway
Steady doing 110 down the highway
Living life my way when I write flames
Pull her panties to her ankles
And I might taste
I could never give a fuck what you try to say
If you test my G on the right day
6ix9ine couldn't fight back my fade
By the way

I know people cheat to get
Where they need to be
Know my soul is dirty I
Really gotta get it cleaned
I'm so depressed I'm in my mood
Shit I gotta get a tree
Went ahead and copped a ounce cause
I'm tired of getting 3
Tell them niggas that they got it cause
I'm tired of getting in beef
I might leave and go back home
They won't let a nigga chief
Fuck the police tryna get a nigga beat
In my fucking mood just the
Place I need to be (gotta be)