Moods (Prod. I.B.)

Moods (Prod. I.B.)

Look at me, does it look like you phase me
Yo girl wanna taste me
She want what can't see
I want what I can be
Its easy understand me
I got flows, fuck the hoes
And the gang ten toes
Listen
I’m movin’ like a student
So I’m cruisin’ thru my classes
Abu told me where the stash is
Didn’t even need em glasses
Put in work, so I guess I’m really passin’
Knee deep in my passion
Relaxing, what's gonna happen
Pakistackin’ like a brown boy
Tell em sit down boy
Producing so I know you never ever heard these sounds boy
Rapping while you hype yo mumble rap like a clown boy
Yall do the most, poppin’ pills like they altoids

Damn, thats why Mama always worry
And no I never been to jail
Still got that bail money

Still hungry
Tell coach that I’m still running
Still gunning
I’m going deep, and she still coming
And I got boy in Pakistan
And they still be making bands
While its fuck the Taliban
Falsifying religion just to justify they plan
And to them I could be the Pakistani Peter Pan
And if I wait
I could pull up in that benz
Enemies coming close
You could tell em they could bring they friends
And Imma' bring to the end

Bring it to the end

Believe and achieve
Thats why they call me chief
I.B. on the beat
Can’t stop running in the streets
14 miles a week
Ain't nobody did like me
Pakistan with the heat
Meri bari ana wali
Drake wali meri dahrih
Call marrow roger copy
If it ain't bout the money
Then I’m sorry you can’t stop this
Allah Hafiz
I got plans
Ain't nobody subbing in
And I

Bring it to the end