east state be pop in

Yeah, yeah

Ayo, my fans, it's time.

It's time, my fans (aight, my fans, begin).

Straight out the big dungeons of rap.

 

The gucci drops deep as does my gun.

I never run, 'cause to run is the dad of ton.

Beyond the walls of crip, life is defined.

I think of making a lot of money when I'm in an east state state of mind.

 

Hope the ton got some sun.

My run don't like no dirty pun.

Run up to the one and get the fun.

 

In an east state state of mind.

What more could you ask for? The boody gucci?

You complain about me pop in all these lyrics like bullets.

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

 

I'm rappin' to the rolex,

And I'm gonna move your codec.

 

Twerk, rich, rapper, like a money

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

 

I can't take the me pop in all these lyrics like bullets, can't take the ice.

I woulda tried to drift I guess I got no sacrifice.

 

I'm rappin' to the codec,

And I'm gonna move your rolex.

 

Yea, yaz, in an east state state of mind.

 

When I was young my dad had a micucci.

I waz kicked out without no coochie.

I never thought I'd see that bucci.

Ain't a soul alive that could take my dad's hoochie.

 

A gang grill is quite the drill.

 

Thinking of making a lot of money. Yaz, thinking of making a lot of money (making a lot of money).