Mood Freestyle – 30 Deep Grimeyy

Me and Murda took the city, now these fuck niggas envy
Long live Streetz and long live James
We still smokin’ your enemy
DP Blood steady spinnin’ blocks
He just cashed out on an Infiniti
And tell ’em free my nigga [?]
I heard he crashed off the Henny
2013 you walk through the hood
We’ll beat your ass for your shoes
Them pussies cut my momma gas
I had to shower at school
Now me and Pistole eatin’ lobster
Used to go have Fon Fon
And when we upload all our pictures
All our captions say ‘Mood’
I watched my granny smoke a rock
While she was fixin’ us dinner
Can’t tell me shit about the struggle
I walked from [?] to [?]
What you know ’bout tank tops and flip flops
In the winter, bitch now I’m coolin’ in Manhattan
With a bitch named Kendall
Bitch I’m Grimeyy extra slimy
Just slid straight off the plane
Fuck nigga dissin’, I ain’t replyin’ ’cause I slid in his main
If you don’t see me with them niggas
Then they got cropped out the frame
Witness protection for the goofy
Nigga still duckin’ rec
You heard the news, I got some views
But bitch I’m still on the set
Spoke on the gang for some clout
‘Cause they know we the best
Won’t say no name just gon’ hop out and put bout 5
In they chest, that nigga baby mama [?] she lit
Like 4/3 crack, rest of the gang ain’t hit the bitch
Because he took the hoe back (Goofy!)
And don’t believe your favorite rapper
‘Cause most of these fuck niggas cap
STL, Mugshots, you can Google me champ
But fuck the goofies, back to the struggle
‘Member sleepin’ on trains (Damn!)
In that can I stood 10, sellin’ coffee like ‘caine
Remember wearin’ the same shoes
And v-necks with the stains (Ugh)
Bitch I got it out the mud, dirt, soil, you a grain
Gang!