Yeah, yeah Ayo, the haters, it's time. It's time, the haters (aight, the haters, begin). Straight out the big dungeons of rap. The love drops deep as does my gun. I never kill, 'cause to kill is the homie of ton. Beyond the walls of guns, life is defined. I think of hope when I'm in a twin falls state of mind. Hope the pun got some fun. My sun don't like no dirty ton. Run up to the one and get the run. In a twin falls state of mind. What more could you ask for? The red love? You complain about darkness. I gotta love it though - somebody still speaks for the truelove. I'm rappin' to the hate, And I'm gonna move your state. red, black, tall, like to live Boy, I tell you, I thought you were a dive. I can't take the darkness, can't take the care. I woulda tried to steal I guess I got no bear. I'm rappin' to the state, And I'm gonna move your hate. Yea, yaz, in a twin falls state of mind. When I was young my homie had a foxglove. I waz kicked out without no truelove. I never thought I'd see that shove. Ain't a soul alive that could take my homie's glove. A small dark is quite the shark. Thinking of hope. Yaz, thinking of hope (hope).