(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 Professor Ben)

Boy, where you from? Boy, who you with?
Boy, it ain’t safe, you gotta clear it,
Young niggas jumpin’ out early now,
They ridin’ around with the 30s,
Cut off the lights & they lurkin’ now,
They pull up, they fire, they swervin,

Heard they tryna’ play for keeps,
I could do this shit with ease,
This shit finna be a breeze,
You ever got thrown in the sea?
But now I’m swimmin’ with the sharks nigga,
Out the water, no scars on me,
No body marks, of course nigga,
Play the game like sports nigga,
I’m in her walls like a fort nigga,
Never pay too much mind to ‘em,
If I fuck with her that’s a choice nigga,
You the one that’s gon’ divorce with her,
Passin’ knowledge like a torch,
When I felt old enough to jump the porch nigga,
Know they really want the source nigga,
Better chew it with a fork,
I been in it since the gutta nigga,
From the bottom of the map, where lil’ niggas clap,
Leave you on your back,
Talkin’ crazy that’s a bullet to your hat, 
I’m just talkin’ facts, not the one to rap,
She been on me since I walked in,
Now we walkin’ through the back,
Love to give me head,
I just use her for the jaw muscle,
And to hold a nigga strap,
Always in the trap,
Youngin’s with me got the dirty 30’s,
And they still would let it blast,
Still would let it blast,
Understand that,
We don’t give a fuck where your man’s at,
She gon’ tell me just where the bands at,
Run a train on her sis, Amtrak,
Silly niggas think they beat me in the race,
Flyin’ by ‘em they gon’ see me in a Wraithe,
Rockin’ vintage like a Sicilian date,
Off-White, like the coke in the wrap,
Cough light like you smokin’ a black,
I see right through you niggas you wack,
Holla’ back and keep your feelings in check,
I ain’t ever been a squeal nigga,
Since a lil’ nigga, 
I been gettin’ money with the real niggas,
Then I had to get it in the field nigga,
Tryna run the game like the Bills nigga,
Heard lil’ homie was a sharpshooter,
Told me eye a nigga he’ll kill a nigga,
Seen shit you wouldn’t feel nigga,
So I ain’t really tryna’ feel niggas, who you is?


Boy, where you from? Boy, who you with?
Boy, it ain’t safe, you gotta clear it,
Young niggas jumpin’ out early now,
They ridin’ around with the 30s,
Cut off the lights & they lurkin’ now,
They pull up, they fire, they swervin,

Boy, where you from? Boy, who you with?
Boy, it ain’t safe, you gotta clear it,
Young niggas jumpin’ out early now,
They ridin’ around with the .30s,
Cut off the lights & they lurkin’ now,
They pull up, they fire, they swervin,

Cut off the lights & they lurkin’ now,
They pull up, they fire, they swervin,

Cut off the lights & they lurkin’ now,
They pull up, they fire, they swervin,

Aye, cut if off,
Where you from? 
I’ll send them zoes where you from nigga,
I could care less about who you with,
Jesus Christ had a crew with ‘em, 
Rookies built Noah’s ark, the Titanic, professionals,
That should teach you a lesson dude,
You ain’t hard dog, I see the bitch in you,
And you movin’ type funny too,
No Eddie Griffin but the twitch in you,
Keep playin’ them funny games,
Like a chinese soup I put the stick in you dog,
Let it rip in you dog, bullets rippin’ you off,
If you ain’t from here,
I hope that you got your gun here,
Hope you got that shit to do somethin',
Hope you don’t got it for fun here,
No gang’s here so no OGs,
Ain’t nobody gon’ follow rules,
My city get shit poppin’ nigga,
Niggas rollin’ like a inner tube,
Boy where you from?
What the fuck is you reppin’?
Just keep it on you it go down in a second,
You dig,

Boy, where you from? Boy, who you with?
Boy, it ain’t safe, you gotta clear it,
Young niggas jumpin’ out early now,
They ridin’ around with the 30s,
Cut off the lights & they lurkin’ now,
They pull up, they fire, they swervin,

Who U Wit (feat. Zoey Dollaz)

Ouu-hoo! Uh,

I’ll be on the way, 
Late night ‘cause I don’t mate,
Smoke out, can we just vibe?
And flow just like the tides, yeah,
The grass ain’t greener on the other side,
She don’t smoke & I’m like so what?
(Yea-eeyeah),
We pull up & then they pull up,
(Ohhhh),
We pull up & then they pull-,

I don’t want it if it’s that easy,
Got a condo, top floor for the weekend,
She love when I slide, hate when I’m leavin’,
But she know I always grind while they sleepin’,
Ugh, Pull up to your kickback,
Goin’ straight for your room,
Tell your friends you gettin’ kidnapped,
We only drinkin’ Hen’ right?
But I bust her like the caps,
On a Heineken 6-pack, 
And we don’t even hang like that,
Couple texts, a call, or a ring right back,
I had her in my spot one night, pullin’ strings, 
I ain’t know that she could sing like that,
Movie comin’ soon-soon,
And we fuckin’ in a Mazda,
Goin’ zoom, zoom, zoom, zoom,
Then I took her to the boom room,
Made magic, it lasted,
Fuck her to my new tunes,
I know that I could have her any time of day,
And if I’m fuckin’ on her,
Friend won’t feel no type of way,
Just open up the back door,
And I’ll be on the way,
Tryna’ lay up with you,
Really baby what I’m tryna’ say is,

I’ll be on the way, 
Late night ‘cause I don’t mate,
Smoke out, can we just vibe?
And flow just like the tides, yeah,
The grass ain’t greener on the other side,
She don’t smoke & I’m like so what?
We pull up & then they pull up,
We pull up & then they pull-,

The darker the berry, the sweeter the juice,
Her flesh is the darkest, I’m deep in her roots,
I’m sippin’ Bacardi, she sippin’ the Goose,
I press it to start it, no key to the coupe,
And I be long, long gone,
And she be blowin’ my phone,
Yeh, double back when I can,
She like, is you gon’ come thru?
I’m like, yes I am,
It’s a lot I been savin’ for you,
God, I been patient for you,
I been patient for you,
She like come here I’m waitin’ on you,
Baby, I’m waitin’ on you,
Come & do what you do,

I’ll be on the way, 
Late night ‘cause I don’t mate,
Smoke out, can we just vibe?
And flow just like the tides, yeah,
The grass ain’t greener on the other side,
She don’t smoke & I’m like so what?
We pull up & then they pull up,
We pull up & then they pull-,

(Produced by Rahk)

Tidez (Intro)

(Ridin’ in the whip, yuh)
(Bitch we ridin’ in the whip, yeah)
(It’s Kidd, Relly Wonka, Mugg Mixin)
Uh, yeh-yeah! Ey!
(M-M-Mugg Mixin!)

Big booty bitches in the club,
Throw that money in the air,
If you don’t give a fuck,
Go & shake somethin,
Shake somethin, go & shake somethin’,
Bitch go shake somethin’,
We gon’ shake somethin’,
Nigga, huh, 
Girls get to bussin’ in the air,
If you ain’t runnin’,
Too many killers up in here,
We gon’ shake somethin’,
Shake somethin’,
We gon shake somethin’,
Nigga let’s shake somethin’,
Let her shake somethin’,

Big booty bouncin’, big booty grindin’,
Too many killers, too many killers,
Uh, throw a whole 3/5 in a backwood,
Too many bitches in the club actin’ up,
Oh! Yeh-yeh, rollin’ in this shit, huh,
Me & Kidd & Mugg talkin’ to they bitches,
Yeah we gettin’ money, runnin’ up them digits,
Too many, huh, fuck awh, plenty, huh,
Hop out bitch, damn, swag authentic,
Umm, oh no, I don’t even know,
We gon’ make it shake, 
We gon’ do a photo shoot,
Fuckin’ on yo’ bitch,
She suck my dick in a photo booth,

Big booty bitches in the club,
Throw that money in the air,
If you don’t give a fuck,
Go & shake somethin,
Shake somethin, go & shake somethin’,
Bitch go shake somethin’,
We gon’ shake somethin’,
Nigga, huh, 
Girls get to bussin’ in the air,
If you ain’t runnin’,
Too many killers up in here,
We gon’ shake somethin’,
Shake somethin’,
(Shake somethin’)
We gon shake somethin’,
(Go & shake somethin’)
Nigga let’s shake somethin’,
(Go & shake somethin’, eyy!)
Let her shake somethin’,

Drop that pussy like Geronimo,
Throwin’ signs up with my hands,
I feel like Naruto,
Bad drunk bitches fallin’ over shit,
Like dominoes,
Four leaf clover, I’m in luck, 
Her ass a pot of gold, ouu, time to go,
Big booty red bitch, 
Face look like Meagan Good,
Racks out, stacks out,
Boof pack, smellin’ good,
I pull & play, her nigga looked the other way,
Don’t care what he fuckin’ say,
It’s obvious, we fuckin’ with these,

Big booty bitches in the club,
Throw that money in the air,
If you don’t give a fuck,
Go & shake somethin,
Shake somethin, go & shake somethin’,
Bitch go shake somethin’,
We gon’ shake somethin’,
Nigga, huh, 
Girls get to bussin’ in the air,
If you ain’t runnin’,
Too many killers up in here,
We gon’ shake somethin’,
Shake somethin’,
We gon shake somethin’,
Nigga let’s shake somethin’,
Let her shake somethin’,

(Produced by Mugg Mixin)

Shake Sum (with RellyInAhMoshPit)

(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)

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)

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

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

Flexin’ hard, I pull up & I'm flexing hard,
No bank accounts, just money,
So don't check for cards,
It's ROLO Gang until I hang, I'm reppin’ hard,
And if they talking crazy I put two in his hip,
Fuckin’ with the fam'll leave you thru in a ditch,
I pull up in a beamer, keep the tool in whip,
Older niggas brandishin’ weapons,
Think  it's cool for the kids,
Until that lil nigga wanna do what he did,

I been up on the block until I had to go,
Say wassup, then I go ghost just like a magic show,
Smokin’ dope & shawty lettin’out the antidote,
I got so use to whippin’ cheese,
I’m makin’ casserole,
Pour up act yeah, 
Never lose track, yeah,
Blow a few racks yeah, 
Make it right back yeah, yeah,
Where she at? yeah, 
I know where she at yeah,
She in the back yeah, rolling up the pack yeah,
I'm with the pack yeah, all my niggas back there,
you tryna rap yeah, we ain't finna act fair,
I use to trap yeah, right there on the back yeah,
you just a rat player don't you try to chat yeah,

flexing hard, I pull up and I'm flexing hard,
no bank accounts just money,
so don't check for cards,
It's R.O.L.O Gang until I hang I'm reppin hard
and if they talking crazy I put two in his hip,
fuckin with the fam'll leave you thru in a ditch,
I pull up in a beamer keep the tool in whip,
older niggas brandishing weapons, 
think it's cool for the kids,
until that lil nigga wanna do what he did,

a real nigga told me never do it for fame 
I'm use to all the women in here knowing my name
she use to have no feelings,
now she notice the chain
I'm prudent how I do 'em bitches I just refrain
fuck a thot bitch, headed for the gwap bitch
I gotta hot bitch, she a top notch bitch
got the chips sittin in the bag not hot chips
you a bitch nigga if you do not rock this
gotta fill em up, these niggas ain't real enough
heard the world feelin us, they aware we ill as fuck
got so use flying out, I just might hit Denver up,
they about to find out that Kidd is getting up like

flexing hard, I pull up and I'm flexing hard,
no bank accounts just money,
so don't check for cards,
It's R.O.L.O Gang until I hang I'm reppin hard
and if they talking crazy I put two in his hip,
fuckin with the fam'll leave you thru in a ditch,
I pull up in a beamer keep the tool in whip,
older niggas brandishing weapons, 
think it's cool for the kids,
until that lil nigga wanna do what he did,

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Used To This [Freestyle]

I remember pullin up on niggas on my Huffy bike
if you ain't from round here 
then what happens next is nothin nice,
comin thru these blocks 
you better stash ya work and tuck ya ice,
youngins out here shootin broad day 
might take ya fucking life,
humble boy be humble 
living in a fucking jungle aye,
talking to me crazy get you jumped 
no royal rumble aye,
Philly got the twins it hit you twice
And you might fumble aye,
heard a nigga poppin 
shit I hate you burst your bubble
but I'm balling, 
my niggas on Collins, 
your bitch all on my dick why she calling,
I can't fuck with these thots they ain't right,
I could make a play I'll be out the whole night, 
hold up,
I heard these niggas linking up with 5-0,
selling packs, bussing pots, but ya time low?
niggas rats, what you thought, shit is wild yo,
Could name some people 
that I know I'll do that time for,
fuck it, I make the J in the bucket,
I could get paid off of beats, 
but I get paid off of juggin,
all of my bitches they meet up, 
like they was having a summit,
you know I be smoking that green,
shit always smelling like onion,
I'm D-Wade with the wins, it's 3 ways I can win,
I 3-way with ya bitch, I'm relaying her friend,
freak sex in the benz, all up in her dentals,
knee deep in her ribs, I'm the Heart-breaking Kidd, 
being humble get you pushed on, 
these niggas weak but the Kush strong,
I remember being looked down,
now i'm saying getting the fuck down,
rob the game & get the hype,
I'm that nigga that they like,
they heard Kidd got the Juice,
I ain't mixing up the Sprite,

Humble [Freestyle]

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]

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.

Yeah, Ohhhh
(slow stroke, slow)
Mmmmm

Walk in the club got ya hoe with me
Let that Molly take control of me
I said that I would be over beans
But money just keep coming over me
Jacket & denim from overseas
Pussy so wet girl you soakin' me
She want my kids in her ovaries
Strokin' that bitch to that Jodeci
Strokin' that bitch to that Jodeci
Strokin' that bitch to that Jodeci
Stroke-Strokin' that bitch to that Jodeci
She want my kids in her ovaries
Strokin' that bitch to that Jodeci

Strokin' that, strokin' that bitch down
Lil' mama just want the dick down
Bussin' that bitch we go big rounds
So that pussy keep bussin' like get down
I told lil' mama put face down
Ass up, let me smash yup
Tell ya lil' nigga catch up, in a race car make 'em catch dust
Baby go and back that ass up
For a South Florida trap star
Said she comin' down for Rolling Loud
Turn her out while I'm rolling loud
It's enough hoes to go around
Now her friend wanna go a round
Tell her "shut the fuck up", then I throw her down
And I fuck her so good that her soul is out
I just want you now 'fore somebody get you next
I'm not tryna hold you down, but I know I'll get you wet
Let's not waste no time
You sure and I'ma take those tides
Break those lines, yeah

Walk in the club got ya hoe with me
Let that Molly take control of me
I said that I would be over beans
But money just keep coming over me
Jacket & denim from overseas
Pussy so wet girl you soakin' me
She want my kids in her ovaries
Strokin' that bitch to that Jodeci
Strokin' that bitch to that Jodeci
Strokin' that bitch to that Jodeci
Stroke-Strokin' that bitch to that Jodeci
She want my kids in her ovaries
Strokin' that bitch to that Jodeci

(Produced by Kidd Adamz)

Kidd 4 The Culture

Jodeci

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.

Shawty 'bout to make it worth my while
I came here for a good time, good time

I came here for a good time, good time
Shawty 'bout to make it worth my while
Got them other hoes on alert right now
Smokin' on a whole lotta herb right now
She's just mines, she's just mines
Girl I'm 'bout to make you twerk right now
Girl I'm bout to make you work right now
Pop it like a perc right now

Shawty from the 'Dale that's a little mission
Use to eat me up like Thanksgiving
Pop a few pills no pain killers
Ridin' round with them gang members
Trap round the corner with the dogs in the front
And a few sticks if y'all wanna front
Keep a few bricks near the Mall, in the cut
Took a few sips put it all in my cup
Took a few trips nigga ball nigga stunt
Took a few pics like ahh, nigga, uhh
Looking like bricks when I start up the car
Smelling like fish when I light up the 'gar
Know I get lit, keep the broads on the clock
No home run knock it all out the park
Cause I ball like a dog
Ain't no playing with her
I went 22 miles just to lay in with her
She taking my kids like a baby sitter
Ate me like food she ain't make no dinner
She sucked till I died but she ain't a killer
Throwing it back like New England center
I went and caught it like Jarvis Landry
We in the back of the party jammin'
Baby let me just know how much you can handle

I came here for a good time, good time
Shawty 'bout to make it worth my while
Got them other hoes on alert right now
Smokin' on a whole lotta herb right now
She's just mines, she's just mines
Girl I'm 'bout to make you twerk right now
Girl I'm bout to make you work right now
Pop it like a perc right now

I'm on that drank, I'm on that dank
She got a Lake, I want a taste
Hit from the back, gripping her waist
I'm fuckin' it up, pinning her down like the ring
She gargle my kids, Listerine
She never been into beans
But she down to get on it with me
So I put a lil' M in her lean
Now she rollin' like Michelin tires
And I fuck her until she get tired
On the real she won't ever get tired
So I fuck her until I retire
At the moment I'm living my life
Got some models for me for the night
And they know I won't be here tomorrow
So they intend on getting me right
With my niggas and all of us lit
Got a telly come through with the click
And you know just what's stuck on mind
For the night you are mines 'cause
I came here for a good time, good time

I came here for a good time
Shawty bout to make it woth my while
Got them other hoes on alert right now
Smokin' on a whole lotta herb right now
She's just mines, she's just mines
Girl I'm 'bout to make you twerk right now
Girl I'm bout to make you work right now
Pop it like a perc right now

(Produced by Skillz)

Good Time

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.

(Yeahh, yeahh, I just, want to, I just)
Damn baby, you lookin' bad right now
Can I get a little moment with you?

Uh
Can I get a little moment with you I'm not tryna waste your time now
You can call me Kidd let me show you just what I'm bout
What's your name & sign, don't care the time it takes to find out
Read between the lines baby tell me baby
Can I get a little moment with you I'm not tryna waste your time now
You can call me Kidd let me show you just what I'm bout
What's your name & sign, don't care the time it takes to find out
Can I get you high, baby tell me baby

Had to sweat lil' mama like a windbreaker
Use to fuck her friend on the side though
Got more love for the benjamins
But I love my bitches, sidenote
Smokin' on the fire, pyro, aye
Gotta keep lil' mama on a high note, aye
Gotta treat a hoe like a fine hoe, aye
Never feed a queen Mcdonalds, aye
Pimpin' ain't easy, I'm just lookin' for a shone Ball Greezy
(Hey, hey!)
Smokin' on Phoenix, wishing for a MILF no genie, aye, aye
Bitch I'm John Cena, tell your man he really can't see me, aye, aye
I'm stoned like cement, you don't really need no reason
I can take you down like I'm drowning, aye
Pulling on your hair while I'm pounding, aye
Sippin on liq like down it, aye
Know I'm clean like Downy baby

Can I get a little moment with you I'm not tryna waste your time now
You can call me Kidd let me show you just what I'm bout
What's your name & sign, don't care the time it take to find out
Read between the lines baby tell me baby
Can I get a little moment with you I'm not tryna waste your time now
You can call me Kidd let me show you just what I'm bout
What's your name & sign, don't care the time it take to find out
Can I get you high, baby tell me baby

I fuck that bitch on a spaceship
I fuck on different occasions
Ice on my wrist that's a glacier
Put that beep on your hip like a pager
Cut up the block like a racer
She grip the Glock it erase ya
I like my bitch 'bout her paper
I like my bitch 'bout her paper
Nigga got game like EA
Pressin' on the gas like a street race
Love a hood bitch with a beat face
Never gave a fuck what she say
Hit it one time on a week day
Tryna run it back like a replay
Hollered at her homegirl at Cheesecake
She was lookin' at me with the sweet face
"Ain't you so & so best friend?"
"She told me y'all texting"
Baby that's old news, ain't it
Got a new pic painted, tell me

Can I get a little moment with you I'm not tryna waste your time now
You can call me Kidd let me show you just what I'm bout
What's your name & sign, don't care the time it take to find out
Read between the lines baby tell me baby
Can I get a little moment with you I'm not tryna waste your time now
You can call me Kidd let me show you just what I'm bout
What's your name & sign, don't care the time it take to find out
Can I get you high, baby tell me baby

(Produced by The Soul Beataz)

Can I

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.

Wooo, look who poppin now?
I switched the ratchets for the bitches in the tropics now
Wooo, look-look-look who poppin now?
From state to state in every city we gon lock it down
Yeah-yeah-yeah

Yeah, I ain't underground
Plus my niggas from the city keep a gun around
Extra pistols gotta feel me we don't fuck around
My lil' homie 16 and he bussin' now, wo-wo-wo!
They said Kidd you on your shit, I say damn right
I'm just tryna' get legit and get my bands right
Pop a pill and get your sister on that damn life
Damn right, my nigga I'm the man like
I came into this game just applying the pressure
White bitches in the telly taking lines for breakfast
Ain't gotta worry 'bout my niggas cause they down forever
Know these suckers see me coming they just tryna' forget it
But nooo, shit I'm poppin' now
A couple shows out the state, a couple offers now
Big booty strippers love me at The Office now
Hit the road and make some numbers, fill my pockets now
Yeah-yeah-yeah

Wooo, look who poppin now?
I switched the ratchets for the bitches in the tropics now
Wooo, look-look-look who poppin now?
From state to state in every city we gon lock it down
Yeah-yeah-yeah

Look at the time, girl won't you look at the time?
Flex on my ex, all of my bitches is dimes
Fuckin' around, no we ain't fuckin' around
We got it now, girl won't you look at the time?

Yeah, and I been pushin' work
Like mixin' soda with the sand, niggas cookin' dirt
And 'bout the beef my niggas chop it, talkin' butcher work
I retired from the xannies so I took the perc
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Never had food in the kitchen
Used to the noodles and chicken
That was the struggle I love it though
Now I pull up with the crew and the bitches
Bottles get bought with the face card
Models pull up in the race car
Funny cause niggas that I was inspired by tellin' me I'm bout to take off
Feeling like Take Off, I cannot take any days off
Killin' these niggas my day job, I know this shit 'bout to pay off
Soon as I come in the game niggas start losin' they jobs, lay off
I'm tryna go get my plays up, way, way, way, way up!
From the back where niggas 'bout that action
They'll clap a nigga, don't say much
Hunting cats will never leave you lackin'
If you owe a pack you better pay up
Guess who poppin', it's the young niggas
When you stand they wanna run with you
When you down they won't come get you
Only there to have fun with you

Wooo, look who poppin now?
I switched the ratchets for the bitches in the tropics now
Wooo, look-look-look who poppin now?
From state to state in every city we gon lock it down
Yeah-yeah-yeah

Look at the time, girl won't you look at the time?
Flex on my ex, all of my bitches is dimes
Fuckin' around, no we ain't fuckin' around
We got it now, girl won't you look at the time?

(Produced by Kidd Adamz)

Popcorn

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 from 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.

  
Prayers & hope, for all of the diamonds & gold
That's just the lifestyle we chose, that's all we know
Do you know where you're trying to go?
Follow the road, follow the road

And you know that I can't stop running
With my fam and they holdin' me down
Got the gold & the crown
We was made to survive
In the cold, in the wild
And I came from a pride
Lions chill in the crowd
See the pain in they eyes
See the pain they eyes!
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Diamonds in my heart, gold in my soul
I was trapped inside my mind, now I'm on a roll
Pray the Lord help me keep my peace and keep control
Even though I'm still composed, I got

Prayers & hope, for all of the diamonds & gold
That's just the lifestyle we chose, that's all we know
Do you know where you're trying to go?
Follow the road, follow the road

I'm still on my path, I ain't lookin' back
I'm just so ready to go, someone show me the way
I turn my TV on, I see the world is hurt
Peace and prosperity, I see that on this Earth
Ain't no telling what tomorrow brings
But I'mma dance, and I'mma sing
My momma told me when I was younger that I'm a king
I wanna get her the cars clothes & finer things
Have her looking like she won the lottery

Prayers & hope, for all of the diamonds & gold
That's just the lifestyle we chose, that's all we know
Do you know where you're trying to go?
Follow the road, follow the road

(Produced by Kidd Adamz)

Follow The Road

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.

(Produced by CMuney of Greyscale)

ChipsNDip

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Van-Adam Pierre, also known by his stage name, Smoke Pierre (formerly Kidd Adamz), is a Haitian-American Rap artist, record producer, & songwriter from 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.

Smoke references Miami legends Trick Daddy, Rick Ross & JT Money as a few local musical influences for him 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.

ROLO Gang Records was an independent record label located in Miami, Florida. Founded & led by Smoke at the age of 16 (when he claimed the stage as Kidd). 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. 

As the years progressed he journeyed far & wide across the nation accumulating a vast amount of experiences & memories that have refined & tailored his personal view of the world, leading to new ways of life, as well as representation for the lifestyle that came with it. 

What started as a passionate love for art (with the initial creation of his first independent music label) transformed, with time, patience, effort, blood, sweat, & plenty of tears into a new way of viewing reality as well as interchanging principles & philosophical designs that correspond to the foundational grounds in which he overcame multiple years of struggle, hardships, & disheartening moments. The accumulation of all these experiences helped create, establish, & launch the Real Righteous Red Dragon movement.

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