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da youngfellaz - mood swings lyrics

[verse 1: jay storm]

a couple of homies who think they know me
call me they brody, and plotting on me in lowkey
that only shows me that n-ggas could not afford me
my time is worth every lyrical quote that a help promote me
n-ggas always talking that bullsh-t but couldn’t show me
how to get to this money we did it all by our lonely
keep your fam straight, money right
don’t understand the dudes who say they not really the money type
they more like the funny type, the, i ain’t got it for the club
but, i’ma pay you back bro, just let me hold a 100 type, it’s real
and then you try to complicate it, tell me we should not debate it
patience is a virtue but that’s non-related, and then you start the hatin
layin in yo’ conscious, like how the f-ck i get me in this non-sense
and i’m all in, no way out
see can’t n0body hold me down, or slow me down
because you knew me then don’t mean you know me now
and i’ll be missing you is bumpin through her speakers
being all about the benjamins done got me in these sneakers
been around the world and back, i’m waiting on our victory
praying to the lord that these n-ggas never biggie me, you getting me

[hook: jay storm]

they’re telling me to wait, as i’m praying on my prey
and they’re telling me is fate, but the struggle ain’t ain’t the case
i tell them look me in my face
tell me that you love me
tell me you don’t need a choice, and tell me that you want me
tell me i’m the only one your needing
and that you can keep a secret
but if not, then just tell me that your leaving

[verse: sho-biz]

can’t look myself inside this mirror, it was all good just a week ago
phone full of contacts and muf-cka’s you think you know
all alone i ride ’round, praying that my times now
10 up then you 9 down, it’s way too late to cry now
stress driving me so insane, it’s f-cked up cause i know the game
so ashamed, liquor got my heart numb like it’s novacane
i almost watched my momma die, tears ran down my momma eye
but i ain’t cry stay strong for her, i’m always by my momma side
there’s so much wrong, i pray for right, never sleep i’m breaking night
tryna get this paper right, new rich is a way of life
you feed the wolves and they feed off you, the streets gave me some great advice
pray for ’em, or prey on ’em, so real i had to say it twice
mayweather on t-tle night, making sure my weight is right
closed mouths don’t get fed, and my n-ggas won’t save a slice
they dragged us through the mud this year, but i won’t let it get to me
said study your pioneer’s, refreshen your history
with all due respect for them, them n-ggas ain’t did sh-t for me
still probably the dopest young n-ggas out here lyrically
sorry i can’t sympathize, with a n-gga who paper is minimized
grinding till they give me mines, we fin a shine

[hook: jay storm]

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