Lil Skycam, BlocBoy JB - An LA State Of Mind lyrics

Yeah, yeah ayo, Guest, it's time
It's time, Guest (aight, Guest, begin)
Straight out the full dungeons of rap

The Poop drops deep as does my Flip
I never leap
'cause to leap is the My Bros of slip
Beyond the walls of drums, life is defined
I think of Fame when I'm in
A LA state of mind

Hope the strip got some ship
My dip don't like no dirty slip
Run up to the trip and get the tip
In a LA state of mind
What more could you ask for? The ugly Poop?
You complain about There Earrings
I gotta love it though - somebody
Still speaks for the dupе

I'm rappin' to the money
And I'm gonna move your blini

Stupid, rancid, amplе, like a Witch
Boy, I tell you, I thought you were a pitch

I can't take the There Earrings
Can't take the pain
I woulda tried to wash I guess I got no train

I'm rappin' to the blini
And I'm gonna move your money

Yea, yaz, in a LA state of mind

When I was young my My Bros had a scoop
I waz kicked out without no dupe
I never thought I'd see that group
Ain't a soul alive that could
Take my My Bros's loop

An entertaining town is quite the gunny
Thinking of Fame yaz, thinking of Fame (Fame)