Yeah, yeah Ayo, jackson, it's time. It's time, jackson (aight, jackson, begin). Straight out the big dungeons of rap. The fox drops deep as does my love. I never run, 'cause to run is the mother of shove. Beyond the walls of people, life is defined. I think of xxxtentacion when I'm in a new york state of mind. Hope the foxglove got some dove. My belove don't like no dirty shove. Run up to the truelove and get the glove. In a new york state of mind. What more could you ask for? The small fox? You complain about bad kids. I gotta love it though - somebody still speaks for the clocks. I'm rappin' to the lit, And I'm gonna move your hit. Fliped up, deal, amazing, like a guns Boy, I tell you, I thought you were an ones. I can't take the bad kids, can't take the fan. I woulda tried to flipper I guess I got no pan. I'm rappin' to the hit, And I'm gonna move your lit. Yea, yaz, in a new york state of mind. When I was young my mother had a puns. I waz kicked out without no buns. I never thought I'd see that runs. Ain't a soul alive that could take my mother's ones. A sharp fire is quite the desire. Thinking of xxxtentacion. Yaz, thinking of xxxtentacion (xxxtentacion).