Love by Tony Moxberg featuring JadaKiss, Benny the Butcher, and Sheek Louch.  Single off the latest Ep, Beautiful Struggle 3.  Available now for download on all music platforms.  Follow us on Spotify, Apple Music, Instagram, and YouTube.

Love - Tony Moxberg ft. JadaKiss, Benny the Butcher, & Sheek Louch

Hustler's Prayer

Hustler's Prayer (feat. Heem)

Still Making History

You Know Why I'm Here (feat. 38 Spesh)

Latex Gloves

Prod by @ssjchrome

Featuring @soraxleblanc & @zaptanicus

Lyrics~
[Mobbu]
Too many niggas see me as an idol
Know these numbers put these niggas in a spiral
Talkin shit but ima end this on a high note
Want me to stop, but i got me like 5 more

Bitch i aint common no more like, let you know how the top floor feel like
Shootin through holes, my career been a steel pipe
Alot on my plate but i finish my meals like boom
Like nigga now what is you talkin bout
Gimme a week nigga ill make a hunnid thou
Pop out the window, we shootin a hunnid rounds
Numbers too numbin, these numbers do nothin now

Body for body nobody can do it like me
Red on my shirt from my dogs makin noise, yea my niggas we causin a scene
I aint off a no drugs, half of you niggas too high off your rocker to get up to me
And the rest of you niggas been too busy fuckin on girls when you know that they only a teen

Like whatchu talkin bout, Watchu talkin bout
Tell me what they talkin bout, now what they talkin bout
Mobbu up to somethin now, he up to somethin now
No your god aint coming down, naw he aint coming down

[Zapt]
ima be honest nobody is competition
and u tryna be me theres a lot u missing
gotta pick up the pieces u gripping switches
and u docking them boats in the different digits
being better than pest but u hardly different
been in different positions u never switchin
make his x ask y she didnt get it
i switched over my coords so u wouldnt get it

cause my usb c and my micro it aim better
cause u is not plugged in like me
we putting static all over your damn channel
cause you aint got nothing to see
you not a rapper lil nigga you backpackin
so better stay off the streets
im really beating the 808s out of a nigga
just like when im changing the beat

you needa calm down lil nigga
for we get yo top popped lil nigga
my chop wanna hotbox u nigga
no i do not wanna talk talk
yea figure
you better get lost
you not the bigger threat
got you pussies all waiting with baited breath
for the next one to try it is surely dead
no remorse for a nigga i hardly met

like when i said i got 23ks
and the klan couldnt bother me no
she looking tall on a pole
you dont wanna talk lil nigga i know
that isnt part of my issue
go get em a tissue
cause everything you drop blow
it isnt adequate nigga u slow
and you back on my dick
while im back end dicking her
making her moan

you been surrounded by bums
so we not connecting
my usb c through
all that bullshit u been talking
my nigga im ready to meet you
my choppa it full of suprises
it got a gift so whenever we greet you
a magic trick to turn a solid nigga to a see through
had to relisten to it cause i forgot how my verse went

[Sora]
buddy see through, but he transparent like a png
got a shawty starin, now she feel embarrased, he a talkin money he aint seein me
made this shit apparent, double glockies pair it
airin out that nigga, wet him up he perish
shawty want me bad but i aint ever care if he want beef ima give this man another parent
if he really wanna beef ill make a nigga my son
nigga step to me you only try once
wolf wood big yappa on my waist
nigga wanna cross me made em try guns
shawty ride my dick, gave her pipe once
heater leave him roasted if he miced up
if you got a problem better pipe up
been here sittin quiet, nigga im done
cuz yall niggas talkin, now a nigga pissed off
you a lil bitch, im a big dog
what is that? diamonds on my wrist watch
talkin on me you get picked off
big body mayback sum like rick ross
leave my ex in space if she talkin hot
choppa on my waist goin give her lift off
sora quiet but the blick not
damn how did my pockets get fatter than you (naw its crazy cuz you're like fat as fuck)
clearly the music dont matter to you (how are all your songs bad)
you're usin that microphone, tragic abuse (that poor at2020)
now there aint no way that you aint embarrased, like how come a singer rap better than you
(now how did you let me outrap you, yall need to lock the fuck in cuz that shits sad)

Nothing Means Nothing (feat. 38 Spesh)

JR Writer