Mama Told Me - OTB Mal & Trel

Fly ~ King Status

I Got Love ~ Apexitiez

I Get Ghost ~ Apexitiez

Hook:
I don't want no smoke.
That's the flavor in your ear.
That's the flavor in your ear.
(Repeat 4 times)


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Verse 1:
I seen a dude beefin' with his own reflection,
Mad at the mirror, need a priest and correction.
He threw a brick at a pigeon, blamed the sky,
Then cried when the feds put a drone in his pie.
Told me he gangsta, but he bake cupcakes,
Wears a shiesty mask while he making milkshakes.
He said "I'm ten toes!" but he walked on stilts,
And tripped over lies wrapped in designer guilt.
Playin' tough got him duckin' every sedan,
Lookin’ like a mime in a 3-piece scam.
"Ops on my back!"—nah bruh, that’s taxes,
IRS lurkin’, not no ski-mask bandits.
You create smoke like a busted rice cooker,
Now you paranoid, flinchin' at the hooker.
You start fires, then scream “who lit the flame?”
That’s a candle, clown—go sit in the shame.


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Verse 2:
He said "I stay ready!" but couldn’t spell "beef,"
Got jumped by Girl Scouts tryna sell him some leaf.
Wears brass knuckles to buy almond milk,
But cries when his cat don't cuddle in silk.
Sayin’ “trust no one,” while he steal from his mama,
Whole squad full of L’s, like a llama with drama.
He got ops ‘cause he lied on his Uber driver,
Now he sprintin' like he tryna be a soul survivor.
Hidin' from karma in a fake disguise,
With a tattoo that say “Real” above chicken thighs.
Had a shootout with himself on GTA,
Now he think real life work the same way.
Throw the shiesty in the bin with your fake beef,
Then maybe you can finally sleep in peace.
If you don’t poke bears, they won’t bite back,
But you out here barkin' at a wombat, Jack.

Flavor In Your Ear ~ Apexitiez

So Better ~ Beast

It's been awhile since a nigga drove head strong.
Hit the weed, sip the drink, now my mind's straight gone.
It's been awhile, desperation got me a little skittish.
I come a long way from start to finish, nigga let's get it.


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Verse 1 (8 bars):
Battle scars on my soul, stitched 'em up with precision,
Had to moonwalk through hell just to land in position,
Kept my head in the clouds while my boots stayed drillin’,
Built a castle out the mud — now the roof stay spillin’.
Swear my thoughts do gymnastics just to fli on a hater,
Turn my pain into paper like a broke illustrator,
Had to gamble with my flaws just to shuffle the deck,
Now my mind cut sharper than a guillotine check.


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Hook (x2):
It's been awhile since a nigga drove head strong.
Hit the weed, sip the drink, now my mind's straight gone.
It's been awhile, desperation got me a little skittish.
I come a long way from start to finish, nigga let's get it.


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Verse 2 (16 bars):
Been a minute since I snapped like a glow stick at midnight,
Had to pull my soul up by the seams of a fistfight,
Jumped out the gutter with a grin and a slick knife,
Still swingin' wisdom like a drunk in a fist-tight.

Life hit harder than my uncle with a belt snap,
Still I came dancin’ out the smoke with my felt cap,
Makin' bread outta crumbs like a broke chef's trap,
Now I'm countin' blessings while my demons play blackjack.

Talk cheap, but I tax 'em like a Wall Street loan,
Outgrew the small talk like a dog with a bone,
They threw stones, I built a throne off the broken homes.
Now I'm sky-high steppin' like my shoes on drones.

Pressure made a diamond, now I'm flossin' my scars,
Still with them ramen noodle dreams, fuck a foreign cars,
It's been a while, but the hunger never hopped out,
Now it's dinner time — watch me clean the whole block out!


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Hook (x2):
It's been awhile since a nigga drove head strong.
Hit the weed, sip the drink, now my mind's straight gone.
It's been awhile, desperation got me a littlel skittish.
I come a long way from start to finish, nigga let's get it.

Been Awhile ~ Beast

You Can Try ~ Nattyolj

Hook:
I got to wet my whistle.
I know I'm drinking at the bar.
I'm probably drunk, but I ain't driving far.
I got to wet my whistle.
I'm steadily drinking everyday, trying to drink this pain away.
I got to wet my whistle.


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Verse 1 (8 bars):
Bartender know me by my government name,
Said “slow down,” but I’m racing past the pain.
Bills piling up like shots on this tab,
Liquor like a therapist I never had.
Cousin texting, “Bro, you good to drive?”
Man, I’m ten shots deep, I’m just tryna survive.
Leaned on the bar like it’s holding me up,
But when life swing hard, you just refill the cup.


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Verse 2 (16 bars):
Staring at the bottom of this glass like it’s a crystal ball,
Saw my future — face down in a bathroom stall.
Boss on my ass, rent late, car note due,
So I tip the bartender like, “Man, this round’s for you.”
Credit card screaming, but I swipe it anyway,
Bottle full of prayers, tryna chase my fears away.
Mom callin’, “Baby, when you coming back home?”
I’m sittin’ at the bar, tryna fix what’s gone.
Jukebox playin’ heartbreak on repeat,
Whiskey whispering to me like we got beef.
Stumbled to the curb, called an Uber on my phone,
Ain’t tryna wrap my problems ‘round a light pole.
Smoke in my lungs, got a laugh through the stress,
Life’s a game of poker, I just drink through the mess.
Bartender wink, “Last call, you know the drill,”
Told her, “Line ‘em up, baby — I’m here for the kill.”

Wet My Whistle ~ Beast

Black Supaman ~ Apexitiez

HOOK (x2):
It's all good.
How you moving.
It's all good.
Probably why you always losing.
It's all good.
Take a look at yourself, I'm talking about your health.


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VERSE 1:
You say it's all good, but I see through the smoke.
Flexin’ like a king, but your spirit’s went broke.
Dodging all truth, nigga, I be right with my rhyme.
While that drama surround you, I be living sublime.
Talking 'bout you winning, that sh** is hollow and cheap.
You can’t build no legacy if you ain’t getting no sleep.
It’s all good, right? At least that’s what you claim.
But denial don’t heal, and that pride don’t change.
Take a deep breath, start investing in self.
Before you lose more than the cards that you dealt.
What’s the point of blow if your soul ain’t clean?
You moving too fast; I wish that you would start listening.

(BRIDGE)
YOU KEEP SAYING THAT YOU'RE OK.
BUT I SEE THE CRACKS IN YOUR SMILE EVERYDAY.
TRYING TO SMOKE THAT PAIN AWAY,
BUT YOU CAN’T HEAR IF YOU DON’T CHANGE YOUR WAY.


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HOOK (x2):
It's all good.
How you moving.
It's all good.
Probably why you always losing.
It's all good.
Take a look at yourself, I'm talking about your health.

HOOK (4 bars):
It’s all good, but I see what’s under the hood.
It’s all good, but I know it’s misunderstood.
It’s all good, till the mirror start to talk.
It’s all good, till the reaper take a walk.


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HOOK (x2):
It's all good.
How you moving.
It's all good.
Probably why you always losing.
It's all good.
Take a look at yourself, I'm talking about your health.


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VERSE 2:
Stop playing with me, stop playing with yourself.
If you don’t know where you going, nigga, you gon’ live in hell.
You steady running laps like a hamster in a cage,
Trying to flex on IG, but your spirit underpaid.
Talking big boss, but you drowning in advance fees,
Trying to build a kingdom off a stack of dead pansies.
It’s a love-hate thing, I’m rooting while I roast ya,
I ain’t your opp, I’m the mirror that’s supposed to coach ya.
Mic drop metaphors, life’s a dice game—
You can’t blame the table when you bet against your own name.
Don’t say “it’s all good” if your habits contradict it,
You hustling backwards, but you Photoshop the ticket.
I ain’t here to shame you, I’m here to check the blind spot,
You say “it’s all good,” but you bleeding where your mind rot.


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HOOK (4 bars):
It’s all good, but I see what’s under the hood.
It’s all good, but I know it’s misunderstood.
It’s all good, till the mirror start to talk.
It’s all good, till the reaper take a walk.


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HOOK (x2):
It's all good.
How you moving.
It's all good.
Probably why you always losing.
It's all good.
Take a look at yourself, I'm talking about your health.


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OUTRO:
It’s all good… till it ain’t.
It’s all good… till it breaks.
It’s all good… but who gon’ tell you?
It’s all good… till it’s too late

Its All Good ~ AndCia ft Apexitiez

Looking to sell concepts and hooks. I write and record hooks and verses to be sold to any artist Looking to change the narrative of the hip hop game. 

Fly ~ King Status

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