moody

I don't need a pregame Yeah and fuck a huddle My pain into gold, that’s a Hustle-to-Hustle, Turn every scar into scripture, every loss into muscle. See the clock spin backward when I’m putting thoughts in a bubble you got a brainstorm I'm doing the plan to make sure I don't fumble Pen drips through the ages, every time that i stumble Y’all talk change, but my mind is always thinking illeal Ink worth more than the paper, law sharper than eagles. They want the crown but won’t work for it to achieve Want the feast but ain’t set foot in the kitchen to eat . They want the wins but they if they don't mean shit Talk boss moves but fold when itcrucial My lines hit like moody blues, no need for them issue Thunder in the cadence, ever since I started my shit Y’all talk flashy, I’m here redefinin’ this shit to walking the truth, my pain from the pasti turned into proof.