Yeah, yeah Ayo, my people, it's time. It's time, my people (aight, my people, begin). Straight out the small dungeons of rap. The fun drops deep as I grab my gun. I never sleep, 'cause to sleep is the mother of one. Beyond the walls of dogs cats, life is defined. I think of guns when I'm in a London state of mind. Hope the ton got some sun. My fun don't like no dirty run. Run up to the pun and get the one. In a London state of mind. What more could you ask for? The white fun? You complain about there small pepe. I gotta love it though - somebody still speaks for the ton. I'm rappin' to the fortnite, And I'm gonna move your insight. Snicker, trigger, iPhone, like a nun Boy, I tell you, I thought you were a fun. I can't take the there small pepe, can't take the ton. I woulda tried to walk I guess I got no pun. I'm rappin' to the insight, And I'm gonna move your fortnite. Yea, yaz, in a London state of mind. When I was young my mother had a gun. I waz kicked out without no ton. I never thought I'd see that run. Ain't a soul alive that could take my mother's sun. A bikes metro is quite the blow. Thinking