Shit i worked on

Lyrics:

(A Hype's lyrics)

Yeah, A Hype and Solom, shoutout Big Dimp on the beat! Aight let’s go!

Uh, Solom System, in the column yeah ya missed ‘em. Ya did ‘em foul, but now throw in the towel as we kissed rim. I mean we dunking on these fellas wit’ a flunking gong. We the Judge like Aaron, with each nudge ya starin’. More and more down the corridor of no return. Ya burn me, I learn, see, no mo’ chances. No mo’ devil dances, the level my lances can poke. Stab, jab, via gift of gab, it ain’t no joke. Rest In Power to Gift Of Gab, his drift did grab. My attention, I want ascension in that dimension, I lab. Wit’ the lit spit shit, like that fly girl. From San Fran, our ran span, go on in thy world. Past death, last breath could be the last one. So make your legacy, we all a peg in the vast done. Project, we play our part, our heart may go ‘spect. But hey, what they do ain’t up to you, that be true.

Hella Fresh, Hella Dope, we hella flesh, we hella hope. Together we can do it, through the weather that some true shit. We hella mesh, we hella cope.

Hella Fresh, Hella Dope, we hella flesh, we hella hope. Together we can do it, through the weather that some true shit. We hella mesh, we hella cope.