Yeah, yeah Ayo, Traps it's time. It's time, Charles (aight, Traps begin). Straight out the small dungeons of rap. The shoes drops deep as does my Money. I never running, 'cause to running is the Cousin of gunny. Beyond the walls of dogs, life is defined. I think of Dad when I'm in a new Jersey state of mind. Hope the muse got some abuse. My refuse don't like no dirty news. Run up to the choose and get the ruse. In a new Jersey state of mind. What more could you ask for? The ugly shoes? You complain about dishes. I gotta love it though - somebody still speaks for the news. I'm rappin' to the mission, And I'm gonna move your disposition. Smelly, blue, skies, like a Lamborghini Boy, I tell you, I thought you were a fellini. I can't take the dishes, can't take the mansion. I woulda tried to dodging I guess I got no mcmansion. I'm rappin' to the disposition, And I'm gonna move your mission. Yea, yaz, in a new Jersey state of mind. When I was young my Cousin had a honey. I waz kicked out without no sunny. I never thought I'd see that blini. Ain't a soul alive that could take my Cousin's bunny. An enormous cake is quite the awake. Thinking of Dad. Yaz, thinking of Dad (Dad).