text: Fuck outta my business
  I did things that most men will ask forgiveness
  Broke the code, the commandments from my descendants
  Who gives a fuck? New children in the buildin 
  Ride with no limits
  Shut the fuck up, dont you hear me tryna finish?
  Im in a bad mood
  Im in a bad mood
  Rob that dude, fuck that couch, burn that house
  Hol on, you too close
  I keep a classy one for the toast
  Cause my ghetto one do the most
  Man, Im so serious
  Dont fucking talk to me
  Im in a bad mood
  Oooh, your skin mahogany
  Oooh, lets break the monotony
  Government threw us in a maze
  Had me trickin 40k for some grades
  Just to make 40k for the wage
  Dropped out and made that in one day
  Im in a good mood
  Oooh, Im wildin on em
  Oooh, back pilin on em
  I never feel the pain, only God can make it rain
  So I must be Mary, Joseph, Allah
  Kid of a disciple, these thoughts is suicidal
  Jumpin off a buildin, quit thinkin like a psycho
  They tryna find a nigga dead, Chris Lighty
  Anxiety after the meds, Kris Bobbi