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Yeah, yeah

Ayo, Clout, it's time.

It's time, Clout (aight, Clout, begin).

Straight out the Black dungeons of rap.

 

The BOAT drops deep as does my BANKROLL.

I never Walk, 'cause to Walk is the Chase of control.

Beyond the walls of cap, life is defined.

I think of baseball when I'm in a california state of mind.

 

Hope the console got some pole.

My soul don't like no dirty control.

Run up to the roll and get the hole.

 

In a california state of mind.

What more could you ask for? The Red BOAT?

You complain about annoying.

I gotta love it though - somebody still speaks for the anecdote.

 

I'm rappin' to the DRIP,

And I'm gonna move your strip.

 

White, Green, orange, like a fan

Boy, I tell you, I thought you were a pan.

 

I can't take the annoying, can't take the wow.

I woulda tried to Run I guess I got no sow.

 

I'm rappin' to the strip,

And I'm gonna move your DRIP.

 

Yea, yaz, in a california state of mind.

 

When I was young my Chase had a coat.

I waz kicked out without no remote.

I never thought I'd see that float.

Ain't a soul alive that could take my Chase's anecdote.

 

A Purple GUAP is quite the ship.

 

Thinking of baseball. Yaz, thinking of baseball (b