THEY CALL ME MR DRIPPY

Yeah, yeah
Ayo, lil boy, it's time
It's time, lil boy (aight, lil boy, begin)
Straight out the drip dungeons of rap

The god drops deep as does my diss
I never diss, 'cause to diss is the lil boy of dis
Beyond the walls of rap, life is defined
I think of fame when I'm in a DIRT state of mind

Hope the miss got some dis
My kiss don't like no dirty amiss
Run up to the bliss and get the abyss

In a DIRT state of mind
What more could you ask for? The drippy god?
You complain about my rap
I gotta love it though - somebody still speaks for the odd

I'm rappin' to the amie
And I'm gonna move your tammy

MR DRIPPY, call, coop on em, like a jesus
Boy, I tell you, I thought you wеre a dejesus

I can't takе the my rap, can't take the rap
I woulda tried to bass I guess I got no map

I'm rappin' to the tammy
And I'm gonna move your amie

Yea, yaz, in a DIRT state of mind

When I was young my lil boy had a broad
I waz kicked out without no fraud
I never thought I'd see that facade
Ain't a soul alive that could take my lil boy's rod

A shoot the ball dirt is quite the dessert

Thinking of fame. Yaz, thinking of fame (fame)