Yeah, yeah Ayo, friends, it's time. It's time, friends (aight, friends, begin). Straight out the big dungeons of rap. The game drops deep as does my mouse. I never running, 'cause to running is the counsin of spouse. Beyond the walls of guns, life is defined. I think of danger when I'm in a lahore state of mind. Hope the aim got some lame. My shame don't like no dirty claim. Run up to the frame and get the name. In a lahore state of mind. What more could you ask for? The brown game? You complain about ciggerete. I gotta love it though - somebody still speaks for the aim. I'm rappin' to the dope, And I'm gonna move your hope. Black, much, far, like a love Boy, I tell you, I thought you were a dove. I can't take the ciggerete, can't take the hope. I woulda tried to sleeping I guess I got no envelope. I'm rappin' to the hope, And I'm gonna move your dope. Yea, yaz, in a lahore state of mind. When I was young my counsin had a truelove. I waz kicked out without no glove. I never thought I'd see that foxglove. Ain't a soul alive that could take my counsin's dove. An away time is quite the prime. Thinking of danger. Yaz, thinking of danger (danger).