(Produced by Kidd Adamz)

If she come round the way,
She might wanna stay,
I can’t make no promises no,
Dancing on her toes,
Like she’s spinning on a pole,
Love it when she drop to the floor,
I might spend a dime,
I might spend a dime on a dime, 
She know she fine,
I might spend a dime on a dime, 
And it’s fine,

She got her head on them bands,
I jump out with them racks in my pants,
I can tell the way she move around,
She never has the time,
It’s better if she’s mines,
But I know can’t commit, 
She say it feel like love,
but don’t know what to make of it 
No, no, no (no, no, no!)
I’m a hopeless romantic with advances
Cash gettin flipped, 
Stacked them on a mattress
Bad bitch, got her ass did,
And she got her masters,
Don’t deal with average,
Think she in Calabasas,
I had to go & ask her,

If she come round the way,
She might wanna stay,
I can’t make no promises no,
Dancing on her toes,
Like she’s spinning on a pole,
Love it when she drop to the floor,
I might spend a dime,
I might spend a dime on a dime, 
She know she fine,
I might spend a dime on a dime, 
And it’s fine,

On & off, faded, 
feel the drugs but can’t taste it,
And the party still goin on, 
Let’s do something & get grown, 
Feel low but I feel great cause the night,
Got you dancing in the lights, 
When you dance slow, 
gotta go & change the tempo,
All in your chest, like I got you out of breath, 
You know I be spending a check, 
When it’s time for the business,
it’s nothing but feelings & sex, 
you know I like gettin you wet (wet)
Ready or not, oh, I still get you right though
This type of love’ll never stop no 

If she come round the way,
She might wanna stay,
I can’t make no promises no,
Dancing on her toes,
Like she’s spinning on a pole,
Love it when she drop to the floor,
I might spend a dime,
I might spend a dime on a dime, 
She know she fine,
I might spend a dime on a dime, 
And it’s fine,

HBK [Freestyle]

(Produced by Cardeo5x & Kidd Adamz)

Don't get left tryna' ride the wave,
nigga ain't even gotta try,
nigga ain't even gotta try,
Yeah,

Link at the lobby eh, hit me when you in the lobby eh,
Game like Atari eh, model bitch from Abu Dhabi, eh,
Hit it like Ali eh, she gorgeous & beautiful body eh,
Wait, just drop ya 10 & I'll drop the pin girl,
You know I'm that guy, 
nigga ain't even gotta try,
Brand new coupe I ride,
Still got my eyes on the prize,
Hoes all on my line,
Now they all on my line,

Skinny dippin' in the pussy, 
she wanna give me that gushy,
Wo, wait,
She suck my dick like she love me,
I just put dick in her soul & dick in her face,
Fiendin' for dick like my condom was laced,
Fiendin' on me cause a young nigga move like the,
Jump on the dick like hydrolics, 
Suck on my dick I might spoil you,
Been in the stu' just recordin',
Sittin' on shit like a toilet,
She took a round, round, round,
Like it's a goin' down, down, down,
Poppin' a pill right now,
Shit gettin' real right now,

Link at the lobby eh, hit me when you in the lobby eh,
Game like Atari eh, model bitch from Abu Dhabi, eh,
Hit it like Ali eh, she gorgeous & beautiful body eh,
Wait, just drop ya 10 & I'll drop the pin girl,
You know I'm that guy, 
nigga ain't even gotta try,
Brand new coupe I ride,
Still got my eyes on the prize,
Hoes all on my line,
Now they all on my line,

Link at the lobby eh, hit me when you in the lobby eh,
Game like Atari eh, model bitch from Abu Dhabi, eh,
Hit it like Ali eh, she gorgeous & beautiful body eh,
Wait, just drop ya 10 & I'll drop the pin girl,
You know I'm that guy, 
nigga ain't even gotta try,
Brand new coupe I ride,
Still got my eyes on the prize,
Hoes all on my line,
Now they all on my line,

Time to play,
Don't get left tryna' ride the wave,
Time to play,
Don't get left tryna' ride the wave,
Time to play,
Don't get left tryna' ride the wave,
Time to play,
Don't get left tryna' ride the wave,

Street Math ++ (Prod. GMoneyMadeIt)

(Produced by Kidd Adamz)

Hustle all day, party all night,
Blow a couple 1000s,
Make it all back & make it all happen,
Hustle all day, party all night,
Get it started all night, 
Now we on it all night,
Is you on what we on?
Is you on what we on?
Is you on what we on?
Is you on what we on?

I know a girl named Mercedes,
And now she drive a Mercedes,
Said I was born in the 90s,
But I got swag like the 80s,
Said that she throwin’ a function,
Asked if I’m comin’, said maybe,
She said boy stop being lazy,
I said I’ll cum if you make me,
Tell me somethin’ that’ll make me wanna,
Pull up on you & come take you under,
I got bottles & my niggas with me,
You ain’t think that I’d be ready for you?
DJ playin’ all the hottest hits,
Lotta weed, got alotta liq,
On them pills I got alotta them,
With some bitches I’m a slide with them,

When I’m off the liq, it’s legit that I’m lit,
Never worried ‘bout no nigga,
Cause my dog with the shit,
Pull up on you 20 deep,
With the squad, that’s the click,
Turn up like we on a bean,
Cop them packs, then we flip,
I swear all we do is, 

Hustle all day, party all night,
Blow a couple 1000s,
Make it all back & make it all happen,
Hustle all day, party all night,
Get it started all night, 
Now we on it all night,
Is you on what we on?
Is you on what we on?
Is you on what we on?
Is you on what we on?

Just copped a pack right now,
Now I’m tryna’ get back right now,
Walkin’ with the sack right now,
I can tell you where it’s at right now,
Everybody wanna be the Man,
Then they change up every season and,
Tryna’ talk like they competin’ man,
I don’t see ‘em, I just see the paper,
You don’t see that, nigga see you later,
Pack singin’ like Anita Baker,
I’m just hustlin’ I don’t need no favors,
Shawty hit me like she need a favor,
She just want a lil’ me inside her,
Come to think, man I ain’t need a bracelet,
I ain’t even get to realize it,

When I’m off the liq, it’s legit that I’m lit,
Never worried ‘bout no nigga,
Cause my dog with the shit,
Pull up on you 20 deep,
With the squad, that’s the click,
Turn up like we on a bean,
Cop them packs, then we flip,
I swear all we do is, 

Hustle all day, party all night,
Blow a couple 1000s,
Make it all back & make it all happen,
Hustle all day, party all night,
Get it started all night, 
Now we on it all night,
Is you on what we on?
Is you on what we on?
Is you on what we on?
Is you on what we on?

Day & Night (Prod. Kidd Adamz)

Yea-eeyeah,
Yea-eeyeah,
Ball & shine, we ball & shine,
Ball & shine, yea-yeah,
(Bitch I got the dank)
Ball & shine, we ball & shine,
No ain’t callin’ 9,
Yea, yeah!

We ball & shine, I’m all for mines,
I ball for mines, that’s all the time, 
We ball & shine, we ball & shine,

Think I’m tapped, 
Trappin’ off my iPhone,
Bad lil’ bitch, she from the ‘ville 
I got my eyes on,
Had to double back on her,
Like a styrofoam,
I ain’t no plumber,
But I had to lay the pipe on,
I’m with some Slime’s, 
I feel like a fuckin’ python,
I fuck her good to my shit, 
Said it’s the right song,
Fuck in the dark, 
But with my ice it’s like the lights on,
I keep it player with these hoes, I only like one,
A lady during the day,
And slutty when the night comes,
Been got her number,
Peeped her bitin’ like she Tyson,
I treat the game like parenthood,
These niggas my sons,
I’m partin’ ways, 
So let bygones be bygones,

We ball & shine, I’m all for mines,
I ball for mines, that’s all the time, 
We ball & shine, we ball & shine,
We ball & shine, that’s all the time,
We call the shots, no, ain’t callin’ 9,
We ball & shine, we ball & shine,

They say Kidd ain’t really poppin’,
I say boy you crazy,
I can’t wait to get my mama,
That brand new Mercedes,
They don’t see you doin’ nothin’,
They assume you lazy,
I don’t even tell ‘em nothin’
I don’t entertain ‘em,
Call me Kidd but bet that bitch, 
Gon’ suck me up like an adult,
Hop up in that whip, suck my dick,
Don’t wanna’ hear you talk,
I just want you lick on my tip,
So why you gotta talk?
You wasn’t fuckin’ with the Kidd before,
But now you wanna’ talk?
It’s a’ight, I play bitches,
How they think they playin’ me,
Get yo’ pretty ass spinned,
Tryna’ get yo’ way with me,
I know shawty’ tryna’ fuck,
Now I can’t even wait & see,
Have her bussin’ like a K,
When a young nigga lay the D,
That’s real,

We ball & shine, I’m all for mines,
I ball for mines, that’s all the time, 
We ball & shine, we ball & shine,
We ball & shine, that’s all the time,
We call the shots, no, ain’t callin’ 9,
We ball & shine, we ball & shine,

(Produced by Kidd Adamz)

Ball & Shyne

(Produced by Kidd Adamz)
(Recorded & Mixed by Kidd Adamz)

It’s the same ol’ shit, just a different day,
Tryna’ hustle up so all my niggas get a plate,
We was gettin’ it, but now it’s in a bigger way,
Fuck around & put lil’ mama 
On my dinner plate, (mmmmm)
Yeah, it’s the same ol’ click, 
Ain’t no different faces,
I got different colored diamonds,
Like they different races, 
I might pull up in a SRT like I’m a racer, 
Got a .45 with extended clip for altercations,
Got my brand new linen fitted from the alterations,
I know shawty tryna’ peep me what’s her observation?
I’m that nigga, yeah that nigga,
Ain’t no talkin’ about it,
We them niggas with the loud,
That be rockin’ the party, yeah!

No stress, flex & finesse, 
Got a bitch from the ‘jects, walk with a Tec,
Come to the hood we gon’ take yo’ Patek, (Ok!)
That’s on set, yeah, that’s on set,

School ‘em like sensei, 
Lay a nigga, get paid,
Know a chick who used to setup shit,
To get her rent paid, 
It’s a dirty world, no? and I prefer the world cold, 
I’m the type of nigga keep a heater in my fur coat,
Since money came in, I ain’t tryn’ be famous,
Fuck a job, but I’m all about my payment,
Got a bag, and this shit ain’t been the same since,
And I ain’t ‘finna let nobody come & change it,
Cruisin’ on the block like Tom, with the big gat,
Deep fry a nigga, walkin’ ‘round with a Big Mac,
I took a nigga bitch & he ain’t gettin’ his bitch back,
Blowin’ up her phone, tryna’ find where his bitch at,
I swear I never changed up,
Even when they thought,
The money moves would change us, 
Kept it a dollar, 
Doin’ my dirt, & throwin’ my gang up,
I see you callin’,
It ain’t money? Then I hang up,
And that’s some real shit,
I been on some ill shit, run up a mill shit,
You be on some funny shit, that Key & Peele shit,
These bitches pullin’ homicides, that Kill Bill shit,
If it’s money on the line, then we gon’ deal quick,
It’s the man, it’s the boy, it’s the Kidd,
It’s that rapper that was out here,
Jumpin’ fences as a jit,
I’m just doin’ what I wanna’,
It’s still haters on my dick,
I know ballin’ make ‘em sick,
So now all I make is swish, uh,
Pour the grape juice, Xan & Perc, take two,
When I shoot my shot, 
I be shootin’ from the base too,
P told me niggas are gon’ hate you 
Cause they ain’t you, uh,
You do the shit that niggas can’t do so it’s-,

No stress, flex & finesse, 
Got a bitch from the ‘jects, walk with a Tec,
Come to the hood we gon’ take yo’ Patek, 
That’s on set, yeah, that’s on set,

No stress, flex & finesse, 
Got a bitch from the ‘jects, walk with a Tec,
Come to the hood we gon’ take yo’ Patek,
That’s on set, yeah, that’s on set,

SAMO SAMO (Prod. Kidd Adamz)

(Produced by Kidd Adamz)
(Recorded & Mixed by Kidd Adamz)

(Geekin’, I’m rollin’)
She ridin, 
She ridin, she ridin’, she ridin’, yeah,
She ridin’, I bet she ridin’,
(Geekin’, I’m rollin’)

I keep a bad bitch rollin’ up the cabbage, yeah,
In a whip that’s the fastest, yeah, (skrt, skrt, skrt)
I go skrrt when I’m passin, yeah, (skrt, skrt!)
I be wildin’ out in traffic, yeah, (I swear I do)
Keep a Nina, that’s my firearm, (pyoot!)
Young nigga be rollin’ with no tires on, (yuh!)
Choppa’ spit what’s on my mind like a microphone, 
And my young bitch be strapped,
Like what them dykes be on, (fie, fie!)

And my young nigga he Slime,
And quick to blast it, yeah,
Lay a nigga broad day,
And we ain’t braggin’, yeah, (nah!)
629, sticks up, where the cash is? yeah, (629!)
Feelin’ sick, but I pop Molly like Advils, yeah,
I be geekin’, I’m geekin’, I’m gone,
Me & lil’ mama freakin’ this weekend, it’s on,
Pull up wit’ ‘yo fine ass & we can get grown,
Walk straight thru the door,
And then I started gettin’ dome, 
(Wo, wo, wo!)
Two twin bitches like they clones,
They suckin’ & fuckin’ I had to get ‘em home,
Run that money up, 
Yeah my cheese hot like provolone,
(Wo, wo, wo!) 
Niggas know what we be on,
Fuck what niggas sayin, I know just what you about,
No, we ain’t gon’ talk it out, we gon’ shoot it out,
No, we ain’t gon’ fight it out, we gon’ air it out,
Fuck around, it’s killers with me that don’t play around,
Use to pull them kick doors, I remember that,
Niggas actin’ froggy we gon’ blow his melon back,
Niggas think I’m pussy? I said fuck ‘em, tell ‘em that,
We gon’ send some shots, ain’t no disses mailin’ back,
Girl is you up? It’s 4 in the morning,
But I beat that pussy up, got her moanin’,
She let me fuck & I ain’t need a foreign,
She said that other shit kinda’ borin,
She want them vibes, she know I’m for it,
I can provide it, that’s why I’m slidin’, yeah,
She ‘bout it, she know I’m for it, 
I can provide it, that’s why she slidin’, yeah,

I keep a bad bitch rollin’ up the cabbage, yeah,
In a whip that’s the fastest, yeah, (skrt, skrt, skrt)
I go skrrt when I’m passin, yeah, (skrt, skrt!)
I be wildin’ out in traffic, yeah, (I swear I do)
Keep a Nina, that’s my firearm, (pyoot!)
Young nigga be rollin’ with no tires on, (yuh!)
Choppa’ spit what’s on my mind,
Just like a microphone, 
And my young bitch be strapped,
Like what them dykes be on, (fie, fie!)

Bad bitch rollin’ up the cabbage, yeah,
In a whip that’s the fastest, yeah, (skrt, skrt, skrt)
I go skrrt when I’m passin, yeah, (skrt, skrt!)
I be wildin’ out in traffic, yeah, (I swear I do)
Keep a Nina, that’s my firearm, (pyoot!)
Young nigga be rollin’ with no tires on, (yuh!)
Choppa’ spit what’s on my mind,
Just like a microphone, 
And my young bitch be strapped,
Like what them dykes be on, (fie, fie!)

KÄBBAGÊ (Prod. Kidd Adamz)

(Prod. Zoerab, Ja Magni, & Kidd Adamz)
(Recorded & Mixed by Kidd Adamz)

I think I’m Gucci Mane nigga,
I’m goin’ Super Saiyan nigga,
Luke Campbell with the hoes,
2 Live with the bros, 2 Chainz in a robe,
I’m a be fresh if the Feds watchin’, 
Bill Clinton was a shone,
I nut on her blouse if the hair poppin’,
I’m Gucci Mane, I’m La Flare,
Hulk Hogan with the tear,
Urlacher with the Bears,
Steve Francis with the hair,
Dwyane Wade in ‘06, 
I’m Dwyane Wade to my bitch,
In a different world, where she lit,
Tat ROLO Gang on her tits, yeah,
Ouu! Rick Flare, 
I’m Stone Cold with that beer,
I’m Terry Perry in the Office,
You Tyler Perry, you Madea,
My bitch? Eat her with the paw prints,
But rock the boat like Aaliyah,
I’m John Cena, I don’t see ya’, nah,
I’m John Cena, I don’t see ya’, yah,

I’m Stone Cold, like Steve Austin,
I ain’t into that gossip,
Keep husslin’, no losses,
Reach for it? Get popped quick,
Fuck them niggas, I meant it,
Rick James with the linen,
Undertaker with the sinnin’,
I just pray the Lord forgive me,
Like the McMahons with the business,
Shawty better mind your business,
Spit game like Carlito,
Niggas shootin’ torpedoes,
Empty clip, then we reload, 
James Bond in the coupe,
Omar Epps with the Juice, 
She gon’ back that ass up to Juvie,
Tarantino with the movies,
Steven Tyler with the groupies,
Fuck her once, don’t remember ‘bout it,
Girl, it wasn’t me like Scooby,
Oops, I meant to say Shaggy,
She gon’ let me at her like Scrappy,
Dick & money make her happy,
Sticks hittin’ like Madden,

WWË [with Spitta] (Prod. Zoerab, Ja Magni, & Kidd Adamz)

I'm sick & tired of being sick & tired,
Every month somebody switchin' sides,
Friends tryna' get even, this shit is odd,
What would I do just to feel alive,

I can feel it they after my energy,
Tryna' come for my neck like a guillotine,
Keep a 30 you think about killin' me,
You gon' need a battalion to finish me,

Thinking' how it's so hard to trust a soul?
When your feelings involved, you take a toll,
And the higher you go, the more it's cold,
Will you carry the weight? Or let it go,

Everything I done seen, I dreamed,
Niggas close to me ain't even believe,
And these hoes move off what they see,
So it ain't like she in it for me,
They say it get lonely the higher up,
So I battle depression & count it up,
'Cause I know that it's pressure inside the vessel,
So I aim like a TEC & a silencer,
Imma shoot for the Moon like Pop did,
They tryna' test me like a pop quiz,
I'm just tryn run up guap', yeah,
But they want me stuffed in some boxes,
Just to win, had to take a few losses,
Can't pretend like this shit didn't cost us,
In the end imma do what I gotta',
Know that I got the sauce, the pasta,
But it be them times it'll get to me,
Like whenever they reach for my energy,
Give a fuck if these niggas is into me,
But when my niggas doubt me, it's killin' me,

I'm sick & tired of being sick & tired,
Every month somebody switchin' sides,
Friends tryna' get even, this shit is odd,
What would I do just to feel alive,

I can feel it they after my energy,
Tryna' come for my neck like a guillotine,
Keep a 30 you think about killin' me,
You gon' need a battalion to finish me,

I'm sick & tired of being sick & tired,
Every month somebody switchin' sides,
Friends tryna' get even, this shit is odd,
What would I do just to feel alive,

I can feel it they after my energy,
Tryna' come for my neck like a guillotine,
Keep a 30 you think about killin' me,
You gon' need a battalion to finish me,

You gon' need a army to get rid of me,
Got some niggas that turned into enemies,
I can't throw up that flag, it's sin to me,
So I stay in all black that's my preference,
I be eatin' these rappers for breakfast,
And I know they lil' hoes want a piece of me,
You ain't starve with a nigga can't eat with me,
Gave some energy, not they're depletin' me,
So when I'm movin', I do this shit secretly,
It's some doors imma open, them keys with me,
I can't lie, I been goin' thru' phases,
Certain people I know don't believe in me,
I believe in them more than they do in me,
'Cause I see in them more than they see in me,
Or it feel like it's never reciprocated,
Bet they gon' wanna link when I get this paper,
And I know it,

I been doin' deep shadow work,
Angels with me? Demons gotta lurk,
I feel like a diamond in the dirt,
They fiendin' for a piece like a Perc,
I done turned my dreams to reality,
Hold it down 'til the come up, like gravity,
If this was the case,
Then someone explain why it feel like someone comin' after me,

I'm sick & tired of being sick & tired,
Every month somebody switchin' sides,
Friends tryna' get even, this shit is odd,
What would I do just to feel alive,

I can feel it they after my energy,
Tryna' come for my neck like a guillotine,
Keep a 30 you think about killin' me,
You gon' need a battalion to finish me,

I'm sick & tired of being sick & tired,
Every month somebody switchin' sides,
Friends tryna' get even, this shit is odd,
What would I do just to feel alive,

I can feel it they after my energy,
Tryna' come for my neck like a guillotine,
Keep a 30 you think about killin' me,
You gon' need a battalion to finish me,


ÂDÃMÄS, THÊ DÎÄMÖND (Prod. DJ Kore)

BÂÑDZ RÏGHT (Prod. DJ Kore)

I can't tell the future, all I got is right now,
I feel like I'm Future, Molly make me bite down,
Know they try to threat me when I'm not around,
They ain't on my level, tell 'em niggas pipe down,
I got the right sound, too much drip, you might drown,
Two more sips of light brown, I think that might sound right,
I done seen so much that I just hold it on in,
If I say this the plan then you just say I'm all in, ain't no other way,

Still a block nigga, came up from the Rocks nigga,
Niggas get shot just for bangin' with the opps, nigga,
Ain't no switchin' sides nigga, might lose your life for it,
Ask me how I feel about it, this shit to die for, yeah,

I been away so long, deep in the zone right now,
You got a soldier here, right or wrong I'm down,
We got the world in our hands, 
We got the world in our hands, 
We got the world in our hands, 
We got the world in our hands, 

I been away so long, deep in the zone right now,
You got a soldier here, right or wrong I'm down,
We got the world in our hands, 
We got the world in our hands, 
We got the world in our hands, 
We got the world in our hands,

Started reminiscin', when my life was all great,
Bitches in my vision, that's the shit I call bait,
Mama always callin' makin' sure I'm straight,
And I always say, I'm on that money chase,
Just know that bag comin', run up racks on 'em,
Niggas want grass, hit up the Man, run up tax on 'em,
This shit all planned homie,
Got some lil' niggas on front line,
They tryna' change for their brothers & sisters,
We tryna' eat like a lunch line,
Dare one of you niggas to try & come split it,
New roads, new ways,
New goals, new days,
New foes, new faces,
New friends who hate,

I can't tell the future, all I got is right now,
I feel like I'm Future, Molly make me bite down,
Know they try to threat me when I'm not around,
They ain't on my level, tell 'em niggas pipe down,
I got the right sound, too much drip, you might drown,
Two more sips of light brown, I think that might sound right,
I done seen so much that I just hold it on in,
If I say this the plan then you just say I'm all in, ain't no other way,

Say I'm all in,
Say I'm all in,

I can't tell the future, all I got is right now,



THÊ WØRLD ÎS ÔÜRS (Prod. DJ Kore)

I can't help it, I'm feelin' myself,
I woke up right to a check,
If you gon' be dissin' then stand on that shit,
'Cause with me? Ain't no takin' it back,

I'm fuckin' with shawty way too hard, 
But she said no feelings attached,
If I come to the party, 
It's guaranteed the promoter gon' bring out the racks,

She a saint like new Orleans, she got the fee,
But it ain't nothin' to go in the bag,
I done ran with some killers & some robbers,
We used to break in them traps,

Nigga play? We kill 'em, got low tolerance,
I ain't tryna hear all that,
Nigga play? We kill 'em, got low tolerance,
I ain't tryna hear all that,

Backstreet boy, I keep my favorite toy, 
30 on a G-lock, it's gon' make some noise,
Stick hit like a beatbox, you can feel the force,
No average Joe, I'm G, I got soldiers on the porch,
Nigga play with me? I ain't really got a choice,
She gon' stay with me, 
Don't make me break your fuckin' heart,
I can't say that I won't end some shit that I ain't start,
I can't say that I ain't win after I took a loss,
Nigga play with me? I ain't really got a choice,
No average Joe, I'm G, I got soldiers on the porch,

I can't help it, I'm feelin' myself,
I woke up right to a check,
If you gon' be dissin' then stand on that shit,
'Cause with me? Ain't no takin' it back,

I'm fuckin' with shawty way too hard, 
But she said no feelings attached,
If I come to the party, 
It's guaranteed the promoter gon' bring out the racks,

She a saint like New Orleans, she got the fee,
But it ain't nothin' to go in the bag,
I done ran with some killers & some robbers,
We used to break in them traps,

Nigga play? We kill 'em, got low tolerance,
I ain't tryna hear all that,
Nigga play? We kill 'em, got low tolerance,
I ain't tryna hear all that,

My mama know I'm a hot head,
Watchin' these niggas like Pop said,
Playin' with me you gon' drop dead,
.45, it aim at your loc dreads,
I used to cut up I'm not playin'
Rockin' black, keep a drummer, like rock bands,
That was back in the summers, without bread,
Had to run up the numbers without help,
You get locked up? better not tell,
Shit we was doin' was wild as hell,
Just like my cousins & I ain't know it,
Guess we got it in it as far as I can tell,
Smokin' za, shit kinda' smell,
Runnin' jwets, gotta fly the mail,
One call I could drop a bell,
Or one call, get your partner killed,
See, I know when it's love,
Niggas been hatin', 
But think 'cause they likin' my pictures,
They showin' me love,
Soon as I go in the club,
We take all the 1s, and here I go throwin' 'em up,
Feelin' myself,

I woke up right to a check,
If you gon' be dissin' then stand on that shit,
'Cause with me? Ain't no takin' it back,

I'm fuckin' with shawty way too hard, 
But she said no feelings attached,
If I come to the party, 
It's guaranteed the promoter gon' bring out the racks,

She a saint like New Orleans, she got the fee,
But it ain't nothin' to go in the bag,
I done ran with some killers & some robbers,
We used to break in them traps,

Nigga play? We kill 'em, got low tolerance,
I ain't tryna hear all that,
Nigga play? We kill 'em, got low tolerance,
I ain't tryna hear all that,


GÎ JÖË (Prod. Kore)

GÎRLS Ï DØ ÅDÔRÊ (Prod. DJ Kore)

Everyday I feel layered,
Come back to the wear,
'Cause if you get alot layered,
Come by the wear,

Everyday I feel layered,
Come back to the wear,
'Cause if you get alot layered,
Come by the wear,

Everyday I feel layered,
Come back to the wear,
'Cause if you get alot layered,
Come by the wear,

Yeah, I got a lot on my mind,
I need some time to relax,
I just tell 'em fine, but I be stressin',
I never put my thoughts on the line,
See, I just vibe on my own,
Tell 'em leave me alone,
Give me a second,
I'm tired of puttin' time in somebody,
Just to have 'em do wrong,
I been hustlin' too long,
Like, what the fuck is you on?
Got my foot on the gas,
Smokin' OG by the zone,
I swear this life that I live is such a blessing,

Everyday I feel layered,
Come back to the wear,
'Cause if you get alot layered,
Come by the wear,

Everyday I feel layered,
Come back to the wear,
'Cause if you get alot layered,
Come by the wear,

Everyday I feel layered,
Come back to the wear,
'Cause if you get alot layered,
Come by the wear,

Everyday I feel, like I got a new crib,
Like I'm on tour & like I'm 'bout to sign a shoe deal,
Woke up in the mountains, shit I dreamed was too real,
Last year I was broke but I'll be stuntin' by the new year,
Think alot & smoke to a blunt to myself,
I just smoke a L & then I humble myself,
Alot of people hopin' I don't run into wealth,
Was lost inside the World, I had to come to Myself yeah,

Reflection, reflection, yeah-yeah,
we came a long way & we all here,
I been reflectin', reflectin',
Smoke in my section, my section,
We all lit,

Reflection, reflection, yeah-yeah,
we came a long way & we all here,
I been reflectin', reflectin',
Smoke in my section, my section,
We all lit,




REFLËKTÌON (Prod. DJ Kore)

I know lil' mama ain't meet no one true as me,
She saw the sauce & now she wanna fool with me,
I'll tell you once, look I ain't with the foolery,
I got way too much on my mind, too much on my mind,
What we doin? What we talkin' 'bout?
Shawty got a ass that could drop a mouth,
If it ain't 'bout them bands, I ain't poppin' out,
Way too much money on my line, 
Too much money on my line,

Hey mama, gon' & shake that,
Wanna see you shake that for me,
Gon' & shake that for me, yeah,
It ain't trickin' if I made that,
I ain't tryna' save that,
Mami, gon' & take that from me, yeah,

Shrimp Scampi on my plate, time to eat dog,
Shit been goin' east dog, they let me off the leash dog,
Started in motels now we bookin' out the suites dog,
You know this shit is sweet dog,
We came to the beaches from the streets dog,
Gotta fuck with her 'cause she a freak dog,
My partner put me on,
Business & the bitches, only traffic on my phone,
All my people self-made, they got it on they own,
It's stuck now, 
I tell her pop it, she gon' do it for a buck now,
And since I got it I know niggas think it's luck how,
I'm out here strivin', I just tell 'em sit the fuck down,
I'm up now, yeah,
I ain't new to this, drip like some lubricant,
She don't know who she foolin' with, yeah,
But she coolin' it, yeah,

I know lil' mama ain't meet no one true as me,
She saw the sauce & now she wanna fool with me,
I'll tell you once, look I ain't with the foolery,
I got way too much on my mind, too much on my mind,
What we doin? What we talkin' 'bout?
Shawty got a ass that could drop a mouth,
If it ain't 'bout them bands, I ain't poppin' out,
Way too much money on my line, 
Too much money on my line,

Hey mama, gon' & shake that,
Wanna see you shake that for me,
Gon' & shake that for me, yeah,
It ain't trickin' if I made that,
I ain't tryna' save that,
Mami, gon' & take that from me, yeah,



GÔÏN ÊÂST (Prod. DJ Kore)

Trust, feel like I can't trust a soul,
Either way it go, feel like someone out there got it for me bad,
What the fuck, this shit done turned me cold,
I just wanted to glow,

They say good luck, and they don't even mean it,
Probably the reason I don't get too friendly with some people,
Guided by reasoning, but sometimes I feel depleted,
I hide in my dreams, rewind time, I feel completed,
Father you see me, out here survivin' with all these demons,
I'm honestly breathin', good as it gets, and I ain't bleedin',
I'm polished to beat 'em, and I know they plottin' & schemin',
Tell 'em I'm ready, sword in my hands, Glock in my jeans,
And I'm prayin' for peace, at the same time I stay with a piece,
Cause I know these streets,
When you win some can't handle defeat,
You ain't got a heat, just a price you pay in the streets,
Imagine success, they hate when you blessed,
I can't trust,

Trust, feel like I can't trust a soul,
Either way it go, feel like someone out there got it for me bad,
What the fuck, this shit done turned me cold,
I just wanted to glow,

The higher up that I go, can't see enemies from the bottom,
How they did me when I ain't have a dollar,
Told some niggas it ain't matter, I got 'em,
Still reportin' live from the trenches,
Silly niggas really think I'm slippin',
I can't even make the time to diss 'em,
Keep it cool, 'cause niggas end up missin',
They want Smoke, I just wanna' smoke,
New money? Gotta get it, go,
They don't want me in designer coats,
Pickin' hoes like meeny-miny-mo,
The higher up that I go,
I see enemies groupin' up,
Press a button, niggas suitin' up,
They don't even want me on them runs,
But they know I gotta' keep a gun,
30, case I gotta' let it dump,
Like I'm takin' a shit,
Know they mad, I'm makin' em sick,
Got no jewels but this hoe on my dick,
Like a baby, he throwin' a fit,
Type of shit do these niggas be on?
How I know that they really peions,
You know what we on, I ain't gotta' tell ya',
I'm completed, these niggas is failures,
I compete at a way different level,
They was hatin', I kept myself leveled,
I don't even got stones on a bezel,
The higher up that I go,
I see enemies runnin' together,
The higher up that I go,
The higher up that I go,





TRÜST Â SÔÜL • HÏGHÊR UPS (Prod. DJ Kore)

I hold 30 in my pistol, hope I don't get pissed off,
Stunt like OBJ my niggas ball like kick off,
Shop 'round the corner with them all white crystals,
My block like a jungle, hope you don't get picked off,
Pick up the pack, you know the rest,
Racks in the back, gotta hide the rest,
Walk in the trap, we vibe with TECs,
Nigga know the block on lock, yeah,
Still a youngin', but I move like big dogs,
Shop 'round the corner with them all white crystals,

Let me cop a scale, too much I gotta' sale,
My partner when & plot the kill, 
He used to poppin' pills, 
My older cousin stuck in jail, this all I got for real,
Gotta' let my profits build, I'm on that clock for real,
Heard they talkin' talk for real, don't make me call a drill, 
My bro might let that Choppa' spill, no doctors here,
Boy I hold 30 in my pistol, hope I don't get pissed off,

Stunt like OBJ my niggas ball like kick off,
Shop 'round the corner with them all white crystals,
My block like a jungle, hope you don't get picked off,
Pick up the pack, you know the rest,
Racks in the back, gotta hide the rest,
Walk in the trap, we vibe with TECs,
Nigga know the block on lock, yeah,
Still a youngin', but I move like big dogs,
Shop 'round the corner with them all white crystals

Got a brand new cut, but the same ol' sauce,
And it can't go wrong 'cause it came so far,
Got a brand new Glock & it aim so far,
And it bang so hard when the thing go off,
And I run my set, I'mma make those calls,
We gon' get those wins, won't take no loss,
And we all OG's, ain't no one boss,
Knew 'em since 13, A1, no sauce,
I heard they plottin' like game time,
We pull up on 'em at the same time,
I can't fuck on pussy that ain't mines,
You ball like you all in the paint huh?
My shooter? he shoot from the baseline,
See what I got on? Yea, it's ape time,
I hope you 'bout what you say now,
Ain't no poppin' on me 'cause,

I hold 30 in my pistol, hope I don't get pissed off,
Stunt like OBJ my niggas ball like kick off,
Shop 'round the corner with them all white crystals,
My block like a jungle, hope you don't get picked off,
Pick up the pack, you know the rest,
Racks in the back, gotta hide the rest,
Walk in the trap, we vibe with TECs,
Nigga know the block on lock, yeah,
Still a youngin', but I move like big dogs,
Shop 'round the corner with them all white crystals,



KRYSTÂLZ (Prod. DJ Kore)

(Produced by Ja Magni) 

Àndale, àndale, àndale!
You know that’s what me & my nigga Spitta say,
Niggas talkin’ ‘bout we the new niggas,
Like we ain’t been on the block holdin’ shit down,
Àndale, àndale, àndale!
Shit, fuck it everything new then,
How we rockin’ 2016, 

Hop in the passanger I got the 40 on me,
Lean in like I got a shorty on me,
Pull up on the scene like I’m the One & Only,
Whip the yayo like my name is Tony,
I was smackin' the rock, you a lame Jabroni,
Now i'm back on the black & the haters know it,
I was still on my shit though,
Niggas actin’ I roll a few clips though,
Get this though,
I run with them youngin’s that kicks doors, 
And don't miss foes,
I got that gas like Pepto, no Bismol, 
I blow thick smoke,
Enemies tryna’ be friends with me,
Tryna’ get close & want all of my energy,
Tryna’ catch me slippin' I got the tenderpiece,
Heavy ammunition, niggas don't want it,
Niggas get shitted on, personal toilets,
Everything new like the Benz on the lot,
Then I pull out with my friends on the block,
Always ridin’ with my hands on the Glock,
Actin’ steamy put ya mans in a pot,
Shots fired niggas ran in the dark,
2016 I done made me a promise,
Won’t fuck with no niggas who ain't from the block,
Ain't no hangin’ with opps,
Just a bang & they offed, 
Bitch I’m aimin’ to pop,
I came with the Mob,
The closer the aim?
The more they gon’ drop,
A morgue in the park,
You feel what I’m sayin’? 
No warnings, just shots,
That purple, purple keep me concentrated,
Then I blew a check like I was lost in Vegas,
Bitch I’m ready to glo, my head in the stove,
You think you the bomb until I explode,
They talkin’ ‘bout shooters & niggas with Rugers,
But all of that talk is irrelavant,
Fuck up your settlement,
Run up on you like a dog on the mailin’ man,
Pull out the stick & I scream like taliban,
(doot, doot, doot, doot, doot, doot, doot!)
Til the hammer jam, then I pull off in that coupe,
I was off on that Goose in the club with my troops,
Niggas tough, wanna shoot? 
Put a slug in his tooth
I was up in the booth wait (wait),
Sippin’ the juice with it, I got the juice,
And now niggas gon’ tell me that my shit is new,
Bitch it came from the ground,
From the concrete I grew,
Slide to the club with a bitch from the U,
Right up in VIP, I was chillin’ with goons,
Don't play yourself, 

I still keep a couple hittas’ with a nigga,
I still keep them blunt & bitches with a nigga, 
This ain't new to me, oh no, this ain't new to me,
This ain't new to me, oh no, this ain't new to me,
I still keep a couple hittas’ with a nigga,
I still keep them blunt & bitches with a nigga, 
This ain't new to me, oh no, this ain't new to me,
This ain't new to me, oh no, this ain't new to me,

I reach for the Shotty, I stuff it & cock it
I keep a bad bitch, look like Buffy the Body,
I fuck on a Barbie, she ride me, no Harley,
We tokin’, no Marley, got onion, got garlic,
I spazz on a nigga I could be retarded,
Flow is so hard like my dick when she on it,
I hit from the back & that pussy just farted,
My bitch want a threesome I told her you got it,
I'm straight out the Gardens, I swear I'm a problem,
Ain’t sweatin’ no hater,  so fuck ‘em, no condom,
It's just me & Fweago & that's on my mama,
My ROLO Gang niggas’ll smoke you, no ganja,
My lil’ niggas hit you & fill you will hollows,
This murder, this genocide,
Probably got shooters up in the ride,
Ride with the zootie it's by my side,
Bag up a QP & hit the show,
First hit the liquor store,
Your favorite bitch in my tribe like a Seminole,
Soon as I hit the door she give me sloppy toppy,
And I blast it on her like a rocket launcher,
I'm a Soulja who Livin’ True,
Straight out the trenches,
Got raised up with youngin’s,
Who made, out to get it,
You saying you with it,
But they don't say shit,
They just bust from the whip,
And they hop out & finish,

[HOOK]

Niggas tryna’ make it seem like we wasn’t out here,
Nigga we been doin’ this shit,
Know what I’m sayin’ so when you see us?
Ain’t even like you never saw us, fuck it!

Everything New (Prod. Ja Magni)

Kidd Adamz has always been knowing for being a trailblazer for divergent structures of lyricism and melody, he tends to note Tory Lanez frequently for his idée fixe for this. He greets us into his domain with his premeire collection of music, soothing us with fatalistic-yet-melodical self-produced intro (On Point). The album is sure to keep listeners in their seats blooming from sound to sound.

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RedZone

Oldies

RAGE!

No Hook

JUICE: The Album

Back Out

The 4th piece to the debut project from the South Florida rising star. In this track the tone switches to a more melancholic vibe with the starting words being "Ima live my life" emitted by Kidd. He reflects on the protocol set for most of the inner-city youth in Miami-Dade County; that being murder, money, and selling drugs. Often leaving no thought for a way out of the systematic struggle, he returns in the second verse to explain that even with all of the hardships he faced from family to enemies and beyond the only way out for him to succeed is to simply "live his life".

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Juice: The Album

Glory

In the 3rd installment to the project, Kidd recruits The Stepsisters for assistance. In this record Kidd proudly flaunts his "Face Card" (street cred). Detailing moments when witnissing gruesome event and real trap sh*t that apparently ran in the family. The Stepsisters definitely deliver with their seductive-yet-savage flow & bars. Considered to be one of the "littest" tracks on the project, this one definitely serves as an official stand out record on the project.

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Face Card (feat. The Stepsisters)

On Point

Yeah, yeah
yeah, yeah
smokin' that good shit everyday,
remember when I wished for better days,
fuck a bad bitch in a Escalade,
now everyday is saturday,
and I'm on the way to better pay,
I ain't have a job since 2012,
look at all the bullshit I prevailed,
is it hate is it love, man I can't tell,
now I can tell, I can smell,
all that fake shit over there,
you can keep that over there,
'cause we ain't on that over here,
I want that Jeep, want that Benz,
want that bitch, want them Ms,
want that 'Ghini push to start,
want my sleeves full of hearts,
I'm hittin' my targets like they darts,
burn that garden get the torch,
Wo, spark up, she blow me, cartridge,
I pull up, park it, 
and I keep that flame in my arsenal,
got a whole new lane can't merge in,
shooters hidin' in ya leaves like Naruto,
Look a bitch in her soul when I dick her down,
why you think she be movin' with her gaurd up,
I could leave a hood bitch star struck,
I could get a good bitch barred up,
I be in the hood like mechanics,
smokin' on the good, can't hang,
now she high as fuck, still gon' vibe with us
put your lighters up, if you fly as fuck,
I just got the credit, bitch I'm on the way,
once I get the wraithe, it's a holiday,
pull up, hop out, stunt, 
roll one, light one up,
white girl lookin' slumped, 
she just took a bump,
they like where you from?
told her I'm from Dade County,
where them young niggas 
keep them K's round 'em,
and they ride by your crib 
and spray it down, 
man ain't no jokin' yo, 
wo, this that dope, free coke, 
please don't choke,
your bitch lit, I signed her tit, 
they call me Kidd but I ain't no jit
yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah,
yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah,
O yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah,

Loaded [Freestyle]

Kidd Adamz, Rolo Gang
Pull up on that ass, lemme pull on that,

Let me pull up on that ass, 
Let me hit it to the beat,
She a undercover freak, 
Like to get it in the sheets,
Eat the pussy like a jaab so the kitty gon' leak,
Hit it with 2 Chainz like a Tity Boi beat,
I just want to get a little romance,
And she stuck around for the whole dance,
I just hope tonight really go well,
Shawty you can meet me at the hotel, 
Ain’t no games with it,
All in my vibe, 
Sippin' this liq’ & she ready to ride, 
Back to the crib & her friend on my side, 
Ask can she come, told her hop right inside, 
Don’t waste no time cause we on tonight, 
Sippin' this Hen & Patrone tonight,
Kush got me all in my zone tonight, 
So you know I'm taking you home tonight,
It’s only right,

Nice & slow,
Nice & slow,
Nice & slow,
Nice & slow,

Aye, baby clap that, 
I might throw a couple dollars for a lapdance,
I can't lie lil' mama, wanna see you naked,
Throw my kids on that ass like a daycare,
Fuck around tell your homegirl eat somethin,
If you down, fuck around & have a threesome,
Need a pill to get you geeked? Girl I keep one,
Used to fuckin' on a beach, she a beach bum,
I can tell she ain't from round here,
School the only reason that she down here,
She use to niggas spittin' game,
And tryna’ pound yeah,
I'm tryna’ dig inside,
And get inside your mind yeah,
And once I get inside your mind,
I bet you mine yeah,
I keep you hooked,
And keep you blowin’ up my line yeah,
Goin ghost, I'm chasin' bread, I'm hard to find yeah,
And I be in you so deep have you cryin’ yeah,
Slow wind yeah, get it up & grind yeah,

Nice & slow, nice & slow,
Can I hit it in the daytime, in the night time,
When I want to, that's the right time, uh

Nice & Slow [Freestyle]

With this being the second installment to Kidd Adamz' EP series (and third solo project overall), this project takes a twist in Kidd's large armament of sounds & melodies. He pulls listeners into a rollercoaster of reverberate, echoey anthems with an agenda of taking them through many feelings, mainly ecstatic & rapturous. With music production and assistance from several familiar producers & artists like Tund3, The Soul Beataz, & Rex Rogers, this piece of work sets a tone unlike previous project while still maintaining a elusive and melodic vibe listeners love from him now.

Lil' mama wanna come ride with me
Hop in the whip come drive with me
I can tell that she feeling me
Plus I'm on that Hennesy
Tell me if you want that vibe with me
Gotta know if you down for me
Cauae all these niggas doubtin' me
Tell a nigga if you down, we gon' drown

On that liq & loud, on that liq & loud
On that liq & loud, on that liq & loud
On that liq & loud, on that liq & loud
On that liq & loud, that liq & loud, yeah
Young nigga ridin' wth no friends
Lil' mama tryna get me open
Kitty so wet got her soaking
Now I got her hooked like a dope man
Tell me why your friends be acting bad & boujie for
In the club with all my bros
So tell the lil bitch better get with the program
And put your hands up, I done got my bands up
Smile girl you on camera, so throw that ass back like "and what?"
Buss it like ammo, Just too much to handle
Get lit like a candle, that's just all I ask for from you
Shawty hop in the ride
Young nigga gon' do you right
Pop pills & we cruise through the night
Cause I don't wanna lose you tonight
Shawty hop in the ride
Young nigga gon' do you right
Bring your friend that's two for the night
I can tell that Lil' mama wanna come ride with me

Lil' mama wanna come ride with me
Hop in the whip come drive with me
I can tell that she feeling me
Plus I'm on that Hennesy
Tell me if you want that vibe with me
Gotta know if you down for me
Cauae all these niggas doubtin' me
Tell a nigga if you down, we gon' drown
On that liq & loud, on that liq & loud
On that liq & loud, on that liq & loud
On that liq & loud, on that liq & loud
On that liq & loud, that liq & loud, yeah

Baby come fuck with a real one
Throw that ass back let me something'
Wanted good dick I'll give you some
Let me change your outcome to income
Still on the streets all day
She want me to hit it to the beat all day
You ain't never been with a freak all day
In the sheets I can make ya legs weak all day
Fuck like we stickin' & rollin'
Her ex-nigga always patrollin'
Stick Drill, I'm locked and I'm loaded
Tell him we having our moment
Girl I'm fuckin' with you and I got my eyes on you
And I know that you fuck with me so when can I slide on you
Do this for a night or two
Want me all up inside of you
I'm looking for a rider who
Can hold it down like she drowning too, then
Pop that pussy for a real nigga
Shawty got a dunk no Ben Simmons
Last nigga she ain't tryna deal with
I'ma still hit cause Lil' mama wanna come ride with me

Lil' mama wanna come ride with me
Hop in the whip come drive with me
I can tell that she feeling me
Plus I'm on that Hennesy
Tell me if you want that vibe with me
Gotta know if you down for me
Cauae all these niggas doubtin' me
Tell a nigga if you down, we gon' drown
On that liq & loud, on that liq & loud
On that liq & loud, on that liq & loud
On that liq & loud, on that liq & loud
On that liq & loud, that liq & loud, yeah

(Produced by Kidd Adamz)

Liq & Loud

(Produced by The Soul Beataz)

Being the second installment to Kidd Adamz' music project series, this project takes a twist in his large armament of sounds & melodies. He pulls listeners into a roller-coaster of reverberate, echoey anthems with an agenda of taking them through many feelings, mainly ecstatic & rapturous. This piece of work sets a tone unlike previous project while still maintaining an elusive & melodic vibe listeners love from him today.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

[Hook]
I'm ridin round with that 30, know it's early
Serve that birdie, traphouse look so dirty
She swallow me like Kirby, her hair so curly
Use to curve me, now I ball no jersey
Met her on a Wednesday, fucked her on a Thursday
Turned up on a Friday, threw up in the worst way
Bout hella green with my team like a serpent
We gon' get it that's for sure, aye
I'm ridin' round with that 30
Ridin' round with that 30
I'm ridin' round with that
Ridin' round with that 30, with that 30

[Verse]
I'm ridin' round with that 30, just like Curry
Hit yo block then I take off like a derby
With the shits ain't nobody round me worried
Leave you burning, like a furnace
Bitch I'm bout my earnings, wanna cop that Hermes
Shawty peep me early, too clean like detergent
She slurp me just like Slurpee, in the back of Burger King
Been trappin' since like '13, even when I'm working
Get yo hoe she thirsty, why she right here flirting?
On my lap she twerking, throwin' it back like twerk team
I ain't with the Drama, keep the Uzi bursting
Post outside yo' casa, know them shooters lurking
I'm the one that they talkin' bout
But I hear nobody talkin' out
Walk in the club like I own the bitch
Shoot at your feet make you walk it out
None of my niggas is scared pull up in a van it's 6 niggas hoppin' out
Gotta walk with that Glock around that's why I'm in the city and I'm

[Hook]
I'm ridin round with that 30, know it's early
Serve that birdie, traphouse look so dirty
She swallow me like Kirby, her hair so curly
Use to curve me, now I ball no jersey
Met her on a Wednesday, fucked her on a Thursday
Turned up on a Friday, threw up in the worst way
Bout hella green with my team like a serpent
We gon' get it that's for sure, aye
I'm ridin' round with that 30
Ridin' round with that 30
I'm ridin' round with that
Ridin' round with that 30, with that 30

Kidd 4 The Culture

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Coming off a big 2018 year, the Kidd returns with an allegiant anthem. Firmly asserting himself in sound & lyrics as he has done in past efforts revealing to listeners that in the path he currently walks 'ain't no goin' back', stream #ChipsNDip - now available on all digital music stores.

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2019 was a year clouded in mysteries for the Kidd, who only released one single and a video to go along with it. This year, Kidd marks his self early in the year with a darker tone than previously seen with this self-produced freestyle, asserting his character to be more dominant as has been in his youthful years. He's bringing back the fire energy we all know & love.

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Van-Adam Pierre, also known by his stage name, Kidd Adamz, is a Haitian-American Rap artist, record producer, & songwriter hailing from the Scott Lake neighborhood of Carol City in Miami, Florida.

Embedded in music, Kidd's mother was a singer and his father played the drums & bass guitar in a local Church band. Around the age of 12 is when Kidd knew & decided music would be his lifelong dream.

Kidd sites Miami legends Trick Daddy, Rick Ross & JT Money as a few local musical influences growing up. He's collaborated with several artists along the journey; from those high on the rise to those still trying to get their feet wet. It's one of his bright spots as a creative to be able to work with talent regardless of actual experience in the field.

Collaborations with decorated South Florida MCs & musicians like Gunplay, Lunchmoney Lewis, Billy Blue, Jimmy Dade, Hayze, Prez P, Kiddo Marv, The Hood Brat (formerly known as Nenah Blaque of The Stepsisters) & Cris Cab as well as prominent names in music production like Kato the Producer, Audio Jones, Stan Lane, Play Picasso & well-renowned Algerian-French artist-producer DJ Kore have fortifed a structered aura for Kidd, showing growth in addition to consistent, tasteful music. He produces under the moniker "bitchigotdadank", a sobriquet for the self-acclaimed high level of production talent he seems to have.

ROLO Gang Records is an independent record label currently located in Miami, Florida. Founded and led by Kidd Adamz at the age of 16, the group initially started as a pack of partygoers swaying freely from party to party while enjoying their youth but slowly transformed into something much greater.

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