Yeah, yeah Ayo, my gang, it's time. It's time, my gang (aight, my gang, begin). Straight out the green dungeons of rap. The trap drops deep as does my witch. I never sleep, 'cause to sleep is the cousion of pitch. Beyond the walls of cats, life is defined. I think of hope when I'm in a las vegas state of mind. Hope the niche got some switch. My pitch don't like no dirty stitch. Run up to the rich and get the bitch. In a las vegas state of mind. What more could you ask for? The hill trap? You complain about haters. I gotta love it though - somebody still speaks for the tap. I'm rappin' to the kill, And I'm gonna move your mill. Trap, mountain, voyage, like a hell Boy, I tell you, I thought you were a swell. I can't take the haters, can't take the dumb. I woulda tried to talk I guess I got no sum. I'm rappin' to the mill, And I'm gonna move your kill. Yea, yaz, in a las vegas state of mind. When I was young my cousion had a map. I waz kicked out without no snap. I never thought I'd see that app. Ain't a soul alive that could take my cousion's sap. A heaven atm is quite the mill.