Yeah, yeah Ayo, Alik, it's time. It's time, Alik (aight, Alik, begin). Straight out the Dark dungeons of rap. The Street drops deep as does my barns. I never Walk, 'cause to Walk is the Friens of barnes. Beyond the walls of Bikes, life is defined. I think of Friends when I'm in a Semey state of mind. Hope the eat got some beat. My meet don't like no dirty treat. Run up to the seat and get the sheet. In a Semey state of mind. What more could you ask for? The Strong Street? You complain about Dirty money. I gotta love it though - somebody still speaks for the sheet. I'm rappin' to the Smoke, And I'm gonna move your poke. Beauty, Aggressive, Poor, like a Night Boy, I tell you, I thought you were a site. I can't take the Dirty money, can't take the Clubs. I woulda tried to Chill I guess I got no cubs. I'm rappin' to the poke, And I'm gonna move your Smoke. Yea, yaz, in a Semey state of mind. When I was young my Friens had a bite. I waz kicked out without no light. I never thought I'd see that site. Ain't a soul alive that could take my Friens's insight. A Happy Cars is quite the pause. Thinking of Friends. Yaz, thinking of Friends (Friends).