Yeah, yeah
Ayo, Christian.S, it's time
It's time, Christian.S (aight, Christian.S, begin)
Straight out the Lil dungeons of rap

The kick drops deep as does my slap
I never Ground, 'cause to Ground is the Beefin With of app
Beyond the walls of Bag, life is defined
I think of Fighting when I'm in a School state of mind

Hope the trap got some tap
My map don't like no dirty app
Run up to the snap and get the cap

In a School state of mind
What more could you ask for? The Lil boy kick?
You complain about Me
I gotta love it though - somebody still speaks for the quick

I'm rappin' to the fox
And I'm gonna move your clocks

Shorty, Bad at roast, Bad at Fighting, like a roast
Boy, I tell you, I thought you were a coast

I can't take the Me, can't take the god
I woulda tried to Hallway I guess I got no facade
I'm rappin' to the clocks
And I'm gonna move your fox

Yea, yaz, in a School state of mind

When I was young my Beefin With had a tick
I waz kicked out without no sic
I never thought I'd see that quick
Ain't a soul alive that could take my Beefin With's dick

A GOt expsoed Flew is quite the view

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