Yeah, yeah
Ayo, lil boy, it's time
It's time, lil boy (aight, lil boy, begin)
Straight out the drip dungeons of rap

The god drops deep as does my diss
I never diss, 'cause to diss is the lil boy of dis
Beyond the walls of rap, life is defined
I think of fame when I'm in a DIRT state of mind

Hope the miss got some dis
My kiss don't like no dirty amiss
Run up to the bliss and get the abyss

In a DIRT state of mind
What more could you ask for? The drippy god?
You complain about my rap
I gotta love it though - somebody still speaks for the odd

I'm rappin' to the amie
And I'm gonna move your tammy

MR DRIPPY, call, coop on em, like a jesus
Boy, I tell you, I thought you wеre a dejesus

I can't takе the my rap, can't take the rap
I woulda tried to bass I guess I got no map
I'm rappin' to the tammy
And I'm gonna move your amie

Yea, yaz, in a DIRT state of mind

When I was young my lil boy had a broad
I waz kicked out without no fraud
I never thought I'd see that facade
Ain't a soul alive that could take my lil boy's rod

A shoot the ball dirt is quite the dessert

Thinking of fame. Yaz, thinking of fame (fame)