[Intro]
The Crimson Chin

[Chorus]
My mood flipped back like a backflip
Summersault man for a gram, no math quiz
Add it up, take a way some dank, get bank on bank, that’s gang biz, uh
My mood flipped back like a bitch on the blob
I’m floating like a tampon in a bog, man
I’m a G-O-D in no God, man
I beat it easy, no socks, man

[Verse 1]
What?
I was speaking to the profits and I told 'em run their pockets, they were shook, were shook
All the profits I just took, that’s a one way ticket to the hood, call it hell, might as well
Spit my final sentence in a cell, call it jail
What the hell, man? What the hell?
Smoking Cali', what a smell, man
If you want it, come and bell man, I tell man

[Chorus]
My mood flipped back like a backflip
Summersault man for a gram, no math quiz
Add it up, take a way some dank, get bank on bank, that’s gang biz, uh
My mood flipped back like a bitch on the blob
I’m floating like a tampon in a bog, man
I’m a G-O-D in no God, man
I beat it easy, no socks, man
[Verse 2]
I don’t talk the talk, I hit first
I don’t talk the talk, I hit first
I don’t talk the talk, I hit first
I hit first, yeah
And my mood swings, And my mood swings
And my mood swings
And my, And my
And my mood swings, and my mood swings
Fucking up my head