Yeah, yeah Ayo, Kevin gates, it's time. It's time, Kevin gates (aight, Kevin gates, begin). Straight out the big dungeons of rap. The map drops deep as does my plant. I never shoot, 'cause to shoot is the father of scant. Beyond the walls of gangs, life is defined. I think of money when I'm in a new Orleans state of mind. Hope the rant got some grant. My cant don't like no dirty scant. Run up to the ant and get the aunt. In a new Orleans state of mind. What more could you ask for? The green map? You complain about waiting. I gotta love it though - somebody still speaks for the rap. I'm rappin' to the gang, And I'm gonna move your slang. Small, blue, red, like a car Boy, I tell you, I thought you were a spar. I can't take the waiting, can't take the gun. I woulda tried to sleep I guess I got no run. I'm rappin' to the slang, And I'm gonna move your gang. Yea, yaz, in a new Orleans state of mind. When I was young my father had a far. I waz kicked out without no bar. I never thought I'd see that star. Ain't a soul alive that could take my father's spar. A loud tree is quite the flee. Thinking of money. Yaz, thinking of money (money).