No mood(6)

Checking my pockets No ain't no lint But I feel I could do better Riding round Charlotte Thinking if this where I'll settle And glue all the pieces together They say drop a album or just get rich for the better Either way I do it for me to know Who gone talk shit bout me at my funeral Ain't in no mood for no beef nigga chill it out Checking my pockets No ain't no lint But I feel I could do better Riding round Charlotte Knowing that someone could kill me And take my shit and feed they fellas They say why you wanna be artist what's your reason My nigga that's only for me to know Who'll put dirt on my name till my funeral Ain't in no mood for no beef nigga chill it out Got one shot for success I'm glad that nigga trenchmade the Glock I won't miss my shot I think the chill rap is my niche And yell a lil bit it seems people f*ck with that shit I was scared for a bit I never cared for this shit Niggas won't dare to do this Isaniel hope you know you still the dawg And tho you live far I won't never switch for no bitch Some people use me Some people need me Some need my money to get home Mya please stop calling on my phone Girl I know you spoiled but how you ain't spoiled on the love She wanna drink and do drugs somethin that her mom doesn't f*ck with Now she got her calling her a insect she said it fucked up your life And messed up her rug I'm starting to see who the bug Amari stay strapped my nigga Day one when we started saying one day my nigga Donny keep the K my nigga niggas acting solid betta chop them with the blade my nigga And Jason go getchu some millions we see what the deal is just know that these nigga ain't like us Now i'm focused on not getting bankrupt When I look in my pockets I see what Checking my pockets No ain't no lint But I feel I could do better Riding round Charlotte Thinking if this where I'll settle And glue all the pieces together They say drop a album or just get rich for the better Either way I do it for me to know Who gone talk shit bout me at my funeral Ain't in no mood for no beef nigga chill it out Checking my pockets No ain't no lint But I feel I could do better Riding round Charlotte Knowing that someone could kill me And take my shit and feed they fellas They say why you wanna be artist what's your reason My nigga that's only for me to know Who'll put dirt on my name till my funeral Ain't in no mood for no beef nigga chill it out