Yeah, yeah Ayo, ????lMaci, it's time. It's time, ????lMaci (aight, ????lMaci, begin). Straight out the blue dungeons of rap. The lap drops deep as does my cap. I never talk, 'cause to talk is the Father of snap. Beyond the walls of chains, life is defined. I think of rap Career when I'm in a hood state of mind. Hope the tap got some sap. My snap don't like no dirty app. Run up to the trap and get the map. In a hood state of mind. What more could you ask for? The green lap? You complain about Trash. I gotta love it though - somebody still speaks for the trap. I'm rappin' to the gang, And I'm gonna move your hang. Purple, red, Orange, like a shack Boy, I tell you, I thought you were a black. I can't take the Trash, can't take the tap. I woulda tried to walk I guess I got no snap. I'm rappin' to the hang, And I'm gonna move your gang. Yea, yaz, in a hood state of mind. When I was young my Father had a trap. I waz kicked out without no map. I never thought I'd see that cap. Ain't a soul alive that could take my Father's tap. A Pink slang is quite the gang. Thinking of rap Career. Yaz, thinking of rap Career (rap Career).