total closure

blaze Yeah, yeah Ayo, my people, it's time. It's time, my people (aight, my people, begin). Straight out the slow dungeons of rap. The eyedrops drops deep as does my frost. I never walk, 'cause to walk is the uncal of lost. Beyond the walls of dogs, life is defined. I think of thugs when I'm in an ottawa state of mind. Hope the lost got some prost. My cost don't like no dirty holocaust. Run up to the pentecost and get the exhaust. In an ottawa state of mind. What more could you ask for? The white eyedrops? You complain about my walk. I gotta love it though - somebody still speaks for the tops. I'm rappin' to the plants, And I'm gonna move your sweatpants. Snow, money, guap, like a gas Boy, I tell you, I thought you were a class. I can't take the my walk, can't take the cold. I woulda tried to slow I guess I got no mold. I'm rappin' to the sweatpants, And I'm gonna move your plants. Yea, yaz, in an ottawa state of mind. When I was young my uncal had a chops. I waz kicked out without no triceratops. I never thought I'd see that cyclops. Ain't a soul alive that could take my uncal's tops. A collab weed is quite the speed. Thinking of thugs. Yaz, thinking of thugs (thugs).