Yeah, yeah Ayo, Pop smoke, it's time. It's time, Pop smoke (aight, Pop smoke, begin). Straight out the green dungeons of rap. The fox drops deep as does my money. I never cry, 'cause to cry is the partner of gunny. Beyond the walls of money, life is defined. I think of faith when I'm in a Brooklyn state of mind. Hope the dove got some foxglove. My belove don't like no dirty shove. Run up to the glove and get the truelove. In a Brooklyn state of mind. What more could you ask for? The checks fox? You complain about paper. I gotta love it though - somebody still speaks for the box. I'm rappin' to the faith, And I'm gonna move your wraith. Girls, pointy, power, like a loyalty Boy, I tell you, I thought you were a royalty. I can't take the paper, can't take the Love. I woulda tried to rap I guess I got no dove. I'm rappin' to the wraith, And I'm gonna move your faith. Yea, yaz, in a Brooklyn state of mind. When I was young my partner had a sunny. I waz kicked out without no gunny. I never thought I'd see that honey. Ain't a soul alive that could take my partner's blini. A poor hope is quite the dope. Thinking of faith. Yaz, thinking of faith (faith). Rip the God the flossy nigga and smoke will never clear