Yeah, yeah Ayo, my girls, it's time. It's time, my girls (aight, my girls, begin). Straight out the girl dungeons of rap. The music drops deep as does my rap. I never push, 'cause to push is the my girls of cap. Beyond the walls of dawg, life is defined. I think of deppresion when I'm in an America state of mind. Hope the tap got some map. My snap don't like no dirty trap. Run up to the cap and get the app. In an America state of mind. What more could you ask for? The indepentant music? You complain about dirty mess. I gotta love it though - somebody still speaks for the muzik. I'm rappin' to the weed, And I'm gonna move your feed. Mild, wild, bright, like a snake Boy, I tell you, I thought you were a lake. I can't take the dirty mess, can't take the happiness. I woulda tried to smile I guess I got no sappiness. I'm rappin' to the feed, And I'm gonna move your weed. Yea, yaz, in an America state of mind. When I was young my my girls had a screed. I waz kicked out without no breed. I never thought I'd see that read. Ain't a soul alive that could take my my girls's speed. A strong coke is quite the choke. Thinking of deppresion. Yaz, thinking of deppresion (deppresion).