(Verse)

You know it's a problem when civis ain't fucking with the law, how it's still pot heads clutched in the claws of that blue beast? I see em as spoiled coochie, talking bout they need evidence to convict a rapist, the fuck do you think I was saying? Got me reevaluating my decision to let that nigga live, what you, what you know about the cliff? what you, what you know about deception? Mofucker in court staring at me stressing, in camo joggers, spilling out my war story in front of strangers. His expression that of anger, not sure why these feelings lingered, I should've just slain you on the rez, Molly keep the bangas on deck, but if you came up missing then they'd come looking for me, part of me saying let it happen, other part saying let it be, like nigga ain't you work so steadily to not be thinking messily? However maybe if he was gone I'd be in a state of ecstasy, I wanna hear him suffocating, breathing heavily, I dare that bitch to step to me, he'd officially be dead to me, part of me saying let it be, so I let it be

Part of me saying let it be, so I let it be

(Hook)

Like boy why you fucking up your mood?

Why you fucking up the groove?