Yeah, yeah Ayo, my people, it's time. It's time, my people (aight, my people, begin). Straight out the big dungeons of rap. The bed drops deep as does my salty. I never win, 'cause to win is the cousin of salt ii. Beyond the walls of cars, life is defined. I think of fortnite when I'm in a Birmingham state of mind. Hope the head got some read. My lead don't like no dirty red. Run up to the spread and get the shed. In a Birmingham state of mind. What more could you ask for? The small bed? You complain about winning. I gotta love it though - somebody still speaks for the lead. I'm rappin' to the hen, And I'm gonna move your pen. Tall, small, little, like a boat Boy, I tell you, I thought you were a coat. I can't take the winning, can't take the balk. I woulda tried to walk I guess I got no block. I'm rappin' to the pen, And I'm gonna move your hen. Yea, yaz, in a Birmingham state of mind. When I was young my cousin had a quote. I waz kicked out without no float. I never thought I'd see that coat. Ain't a soul alive that could take my cousin's note. A huge authority is quite the minority. Thinking of fortnite. Yaz, thinking of fortnite (fortnite).