Intro (I be in my mood) Video (MV)

How I get the intro right?
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Niggas always getting in the way, so I just switch the lanes
Only money make me nut, so I be steady busting plans
All my fly shit to the side, so I be dressed like paper plans
I hit yo bitch, she got my logo, so K.O.J. like dame
Same nigga, different state. Ain't nothing but the landscape change
Kham say bih , I say foe nem, so we got two different slangs
Told her I don't want the pootie, if the taste come with a tang
Went to FC, I'm a flash, make a joke gone hear a bang
Niggas going broke and lose they hoes, but somehow I'm to blame
Like be for real, if I want here, then boy yo life would be the same
Niggas flexing bread, but don't take care they kids, it's a shame
I can't wait till one day K.O.J. gon' be the f*cking name
I could talk about these hoes, but I did that, this times I won't
How you f*cking hoes without no cash, boy I be in a funk
I be dressing all black with my heavy metal, I'm not punk
Bro remind me of a rope, he touch my feet and he got jumped
And got stumped out, we some like kids, how we gon' chalk him
Just like Shy said, I used to run track so I can hawk him
Cause she's shy, and it a spray it clean a opp up like it's awesome
Yo man cross you for 11 bands like Kyrie did to Boston
I be in my mood, and my bitch being hers
All I gotta do is eat that pussy and buy her purse
Got a flirty personality, a gift and it's a curse
She had told me she a dog, but then I told her I'm one worse
Niggas real life only killers when they high, off a perc
Wanna f*ck and I say yeah, yeah, like Lil Uzi Vert
You better pray before a funeral be why you in the hearse
And no you not up in the church, it's your dumb ass in the hearse
I be quick to shoot at groups, I'm gon' make they ass disperse
I be thuggin' with the troops, they put niggas in the dirt
So like please watch what you do, don't want you to end up hurt
Treat a opp block like a dance class and make your Draco twerk
I just do my thing, I be on my lonesome
Call my hoes some chicken wings, give em meat , yeah I'm a bone em
Steady tryna make up lies, tell the truth or we two tone em
Turn the nigga to some ashes, like the Sand that's at Daytona
My opps back home pussy and I put that on my grandma kids,
Must live in the theater, cause I stay where the drama is
Smokin' on alpaca while we hump back like the llama is
My sis inherit million, doing nothing like Obama kids
Dead or in jail the only way out
I'll ride with my glizzy, so let's see how this shit play out
Until my pockets full up with some blues, can't bring my face out
We have put that boy up in a suit, then dug the case out
Alright
Doom , doom , doom , doom
Doom , doom , doom, doom