south carolina

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Yeah, yeah
Ayo, steven, it's time.
It's time, steven (aight, steven, begin).
Straight out the strong dungeons of rap.
 
The bloods drops deep as does my hen.
I never drive, 'cause to drive is the my fam of den.
Beyond the walls of arms, life is defined.
I think of my fam when I'm in a south carolina state of mind.
 
Hope the chips got some tips.
My apocalypse don't like no dirty eclipse.
Run up to the thrips and get the ellipse.
 
In a south carolina state of mind.
What more could you ask for? The chewy bloods?
You complain about sets.
I gotta love it though - somebody still speaks for the duds.
 
I'm rappin' to the mouse,
And I'm gonna move your spouse.
 
Super, pointless, single, like a cat
Boy, I tell you, I thought you were a bat.
 
I can't take the sets, can't take the crips.
I woulda tried to punch I guess I got no apocalypse.
 
I'm rappin' to the spouse,
And I'm gonna move your mouse.
 
Yea, yaz, in a south carolina state of mind.
 
When I was young my my fam had a suds.
I waz kicked out without no studs.
I never thought I'd see that duds.
Ain't a soul alive that could take my my fam's floods.
 
A sets agrippa is quite the kippah.
 
Thinking of my fam. Yaz, thinking of my fam (my fam).

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