(Prod. DJ Burn One & 5 Points Bakery)

Yea, yeah,

I been feelin’ you hard,
And I ain’t gon lie to you,
Girl I want you in my bed,
It’s the feelin’ you bring,
And how you move your body,
Girl you been all in my head,

Summer time slowly fades away,
What’s on my mind could only pave the way,
Life is still sharp as razor blades,
I can feel the hardships, pains, and breaks,
Mmmmm, damn, shawty wanna heal me,
She don’t wanna see the glam wanna see the real me,
Fuck good, god damn, like she wants a lil’ me,
And I think she got a man but she ain’t actin’ guilty,
This the plan every time that we link up,
Turn your phone off, smoke up, and drink up,
To be real, I been eyin’ you for a while,
Been vibin’ you for a while,
I know you can tell that,

I been feelin’ you hard,
And I ain’t gon lie to you,
Girl I want you in my bed,
It’s the feelin’ you bring,
And how you move your body,
Girl you been all in my head,

Damn, ain’t it funny how life play out?
You actin’ like,
You ain’t got your own situations going on,
Like you ain’t got your own man at home,
I’m just playin’ the game baby, hop on,

Sendin’ me a text when I checked in,
Heard I had sex with your best friend,
Comin’ upset with the questions,
Might be vexed I’m guessing,
You ain’t even stickin’ to the plan though,
You know you got a whole ‘nother man though,
You know you got a whole ‘nother life,
Why you trippin’ on some shit that I did with the last hoe,
I ain’t trippin’ cause we do our thing,
And like that, yeah you know we right back with it,
Fuckin’ good, so hooked, like a crack addict,
So fine, god damn, get your ass in bed,
Do it now, I am not the type to ask or beg,
I’m fallin’ off my promises,
Had a lot to give, now it’s the opposite,
So on top of shit, like we doin’ missionary,
Hop on your ass in bed girl,

I been feelin’ you hard,
And I ain’t gon lie to you,
Girl I want you in my bed,
It’s the feelin’ you bring,
And how you move your body,
Girl you been all in my head,

I been feelin’ you hard,
And I ain’t gon lie to you,
Girl I want you in my bed,
It’s the feelin’ you bring,
And how you move your body,
Girl you been all in my head,

Bedtime

(Produced by Zeevince)

I been seeing so much shade,
I can’t even take a break,
They tryna' take me out the frame,
Sorry nigga here to stay, yeah,
I can feel the sunrays, yeah,
Now my line getting plays, yeah,
Couple racks for the day yeah, yeah,
Us young niggas go the hardest,
Nigga came here to party,
Know the coupe push to start it,
9 in the glove compartment,
My bitch stashin my .40, yeah,
Big gat, but no target,
Just wish a nigga don’t start it, yeah-yeah,

I got the drip, I got the sauce,
I got the walk, I’m talking the talk,
I got the flavor that these bitches want,
So she better savour me all in her gums,
My dog made a call and we ran up the funds,
And we tryna ball like 3rd down on the 1,
I got the bitch that I fuck on the weekend,
And the bitch that I fuck on for fun,
I got the bitch that I met at the club,
I got the bitch that I met at the corner store,
I got the lingo, I’m traveling heavy,
And I got the weapon these niggas is wanted for,
I got the plug, I got the streets,
I be on drugs til I go to sleep,
And I got the love I’m seeing the face,
Want a cocaine exterior, shit on the seats,
i got potential that these niggas lack,
I got a pistol, I’m never gone lack,
I got the ‘drobe but I’m in all black,
It’s not for the show I’m proving the fact,
That I got to rep, I got to stand,
And if it’s a threat, we doublin' back,
I never go soft these bitches know it,
all my niggas gon' ball like Villanova,

I been seeing so much shade,
I can’t even take a break,
They tryna' take me out the frame,
Sorry nigga here to stay, yeah,
I can feel the sunrays, yeah,
Now my line getting plays, yeah,
Couple racks for the day yeah, yeah,
Us young niggas go the hardest,
Nigga came here to party,
Know the coupe push to start it,
9 in the glove compartment,
My bitch stashin my .40, yeah,
Big gat, but no target,
Just wish a nigga don’t start it, yeah-yeah,

Start up, 
I was the one that was findin' the lick, 
Park up, 
Nigga ready it’s a go,
Kick down a nigga door, 
lay a nigga on the floor,
Straps out where the dough, yeah,
Partner done changed and ain’t been the same,
I’m all for the money & less for the fame,
Cause I learned the game, 
And I know with money it's pleasure 
Then you know that shit come with pain,
I’m tryna' make mills & tryna' pay bills,
And help all my people get bread in the bank,
Some don’t wanna see me goin' up and away, 
Like I levitate,
Some tell me don’t get all ahead of myself,
I just tell 'em take care of they selves,
They don’t think that I’m headed for wealth,
Shoot 'em dead now they head on my shelf,
She a thot but you really can’t tell,
Press the gas and her head on my belt,
Count it up I ain’t taking no L’s,
Count it up I ain’t taking no L’s,

I been seeing so much shade,
I can’t even take a break,
They tryna' take me out the frame,
Sorry nigga here to stay, yeah,
I can feel the sunrays, yeah,
Now my line getting plays, yeah,
Couple racks for the day yeah, yeah,
Us young niggas go the hardest,
Nigga came here to party,
Know the coupe push to start it,
9 in the glove compartment,
My bitch stashin my .40, yeah,
Big gat, but no target,
Just wish a nigga don’t start it, yeah-yeah,

The Hippie Thug

Shade

(Produced by CMuney of Greyscale)

Get to the paper,
Got to get on your feet if you able,
On the block it’s some demons & angels,
Keep a pack, and a heat, and a prayer,
I might get one of these niggas erased,
Told my niggas we winnin' again,
I don’t fuck with these niggas I can't
No I cannot get friendly with them, nah,

Stab in my back but smile in my face,
I'll pay a fee just to find where you stay,
My nigga said chill get your mind on the cake,
I got too much goin' on,
This rap shit goin' strong,
Sit on some work let it pile up for days,
Too many plays on my phone,
I got too much goin' on,
For a 8 ball put a book on your tet,
Always gotta' put my foot on they necks,
Shawty like me say I’m nothin' like the rest,
That’s why she calling always lookin' for sex,
Take all I don’t come for no chat,
Always gotta keep a gun in my bag,
Got the opps watchin' think I’m slippin' or somethin',
Nigga pull up they gone get the whole mag how they

Get to the paper,
Got to get on your feet if you able,
On the block it’s some demons & angels,
Keep a pack, and a heat, and a prayer,
I might get one of these niggas erased,
Told my niggas we winnin' again,
I don’t fuck with these niggas I can't
No I cannot get friendly with them, nah,

Too much money on my mind,
Ain’t the type to sit in line,
God started showin' signs,
It was all up to time,
Money turned me to a robber,
Probably could've been a scholar,
Had to come up I was down,
From sun up to sun down,
I, came up since a jit,
I was used to hittin' licks,
Splittin' bread with the click,
I can show you what it's 'bout yeah,
Ridin' round with the stick,
Young niggas with the shits,
Tryna' run into a brick,
Or anything just to -- 

Get to the paper,
Got to get on your feet if you able,
On the block it’s some demons & angels,
Keep a pack, and a heat, and a prayer,
I might get one of these niggas erased,
Told my niggas we winnin' again,
I don’t fuck with these niggas I can't
No I cannot get friendly with them, nah,

Paper

(Produced by Kidd Adamz)

I’m high as a kite, you see the height,
Drippin' no ice, she want the pipe,
She wanna' fuck with the Kidd for the night,
This one of one it don’t come with a price,
Just copped a stick, damn that shit nice,
Just got the pussy it cost me a slice,
Just got a DM from shawty she bite,
I’m somethin' like VVS diamonds I’m bright,
You niggas fuckin' with cops like Bright,
Brought her a bag cause she fuckin' me right,
Look like the Megan Thee Stallion type,
Shit we just might go get married tonight,
Heard it’s some threats in the air,
So the stick in the crib & you know that I carry a pipe,
The shooter he for me, you think it ain’t on it,
One call & it’s who gone get buried tonight,
 
Ice in my veins & black in my blood,
No I ain’t the scaryin’ type, 
We got the drop on your spots, 
If we get it poppin',
We comin' to various sites,
I got this thot tryna' drop,
She bringin' her friend 
Cause she look like the curious type,
She got that cake & I wanna' taste,
I told her lil' mama just spare me a bite yeah, (yeah)
Fuckin' her right, yeah,
She got that shit that I like yeah,
High as a kite, yeah,
She fuck on her friend like a dike yeah,
Let’s get this shit poppin',
I don’t got opps I got options,
New coupe I’m bendin' the block in,
They peep that I’m trendin' no topic,

I’m high as a kite, you see the height,
Drippin' no ice, she want the pipe,
She wanna' fuck with the Kidd for the night,
This one of one it don’t come with a price,
Just copped a stick, damn that shit nice,
Just got the pussy it cost me a slice,
Just got a DM from shawty she bite,
I’m somethin' like VVS diamonds I’m bright,

Straight out the jungle,
I could bring all the apes out the jungle,
When you make what I make ain’t no humble,
Poured a four and I think ima stumble,
But I won’t get the bag & fumble,
She was thirsty I gave her the lumber,
In the field she gone kick it no punter,
Got the drip but I sit the with the thunder,
You know that I'm high as a kite,

You see the height,
Drippin' no ice, she want the pipe,
She wanna fuck with the Kidd for the night,
This one of one it don’t come with a price,
Just copped a stick, damn that shit nice,
Just got the pussy it cost me a slice,
Just got a DM from shawty she bite,
I’m somethin' like VVS diamonds I’m bright,
You niggas fuckin' with cops like Bright,
Brought her a bag cause she fuckin' me right,
Look like the Megan Thee Stallion type,
Shit we just might go get married tonight,
...

Mt. Everest

(Produced by Zeevince)

No, no, no
No, no, no
No, no, no
No, no, no

10 out of 10, 
F&Ns all inside of the Benz,
This the life that I chose to begin,
Me, my niggas, a whole lotta Ms,
I don’t need me a whole lotta friends,
I just need me a whole lotta bands,
Smokin' gas that’s a whole lotta chems,
OG droppin' a whole lotta gems, yeah,

Once I learn the jwet,
You know I’m playin' for keeps,
You know I’m playin' for keeps,
You know the family eat,
30 pointers on my neck,
You know I’m playin' for keeps,
You know I’m playin' for keeps,
You know the family eat,

I run this shit take a seat, 
Get the bag then repeat,
I heard they plottin' to slide, 
I got some shit that’ll make 'em retreat,
I want them mills like Meek, 
She a freak but don’t want me to peep,
let me grease in the back of the Jeep, 
I left the skeet on the seat,
I got the top on the beach,
That shit was sloppy yeah,
That’s just a perk when you poppin', yeah, 
I don’t got opps I got options,
put the racks in the safe and I lock it, yeah, 
I know they plottin',
Leave a stick in the trunk if I pop it, yeah, 
Ima start moppin', 
I’m not a newbie I been in this here,
If you asking about me the credits'll show,
They wanna book me, that’s nothin',
But i need a check when I’m there 
And a check 'fore I show,
We had some money & been off the grid,
Now we back on the map and we headed for more,
Bad lil' bitch & she came with her friends,
And all of them gems from head to they toes they,

10 out of 10, 
F&Ns all inside of the Benz,
This the life that I chose to begin,
Me, my niggas, a whole lotta Ms,
I don’t need me a whole lotta friends,
I just need me a whole lotta bands,
Smokin' gas that’s a whole lotta chems,
OG droppin' a whole lotta gems, yeah,

Once I learn the jwet,
You know I’m playin' for keeps,
You know I’m playin' for keeps,
You know the family eat,
30 pointers on my neck,
You know I’m playin' for keeps,
You know I’m playin' for keeps,
You know the family eat,

I’m the boy on the block, JB, 
Poured a four on the rocks, I’m sleep,
Told my boy to go off this week, 
He looked at me like capiche,
We keep this shit in the family tree, 
I don’t know you can’t grab it from me,
It’s some young niggas that’s blastin' for me, 
So just watch how you askin' for me,
15,000 comin' to my account,
Triple up I had to change the amount,
She bad as hell shawty came from the South,
She got a ass but I came for the mouth,
Walkin' round with a 9 in my bag,
I remember all them nights I ain't had,
Bread to eat & now I eat where I wanna',
Sellin' records bet a nigga do numbers like

10 out of 10, 
F&Ns all inside of the Benz,
this the life that I chose to begin,
me, my niggas, a whole lotta Ms,
I don’t need me a whole lotta friends,
I just need me a whole lotta bands,
smoking gas that’s a whole lotta chems,
OG droppin' a whole lotta gems,

Once I learn the jwet,
You know I’m playin' for keeps,
You know I’m playin' for keeps,
You know the family eat,
30 pointers on my neck,
You know I’m playin' for keeps,
You know I’m playin' for keeps,
You know the family eat,

Play 444 Keeps

I’m born in the 90’s,
I could give a fuck about ‘cha,
You know where to find me,
Anywhere, if it’s money out there,
Don’t wanna’ be your homie,
Rest in peace to Speaker Knockerz
Leave me by my lonely,
Lonely, lonely,
I can’t do no phonies,
Niggas always say they got ‘cha,
Tony/Corleone,
Me, my niggas tight like mafia,
I don’t think she know me,
Said she wanna’ work for papa,
You gon’ have to show me,
Show me, show me,

Niggas komik, 
I know them niggas dòmi,
That bitch had me lonely,
But really that’s the old me,
She said she done with me,
Like, that shit had me hauling,
Too bad I been balling,
Wait, I see Sony calling,
I could peep the hate though,
Just keep it on the other side,
They see I’m gettin’ cake though,
Still won’t chill & put aside,
The fact that I’m like 8-0,
Brady in the Super Bowl,
You a square, you belong in a cubicle,

I’m born in the 90’s,
I could give a fuck about ‘cha,
You know where to find me,
Anywhere, if it’s money out there,
Don’t wanna’ be your homie,
Rest in peace to Speaker Knockerz
Leave me by my lonely,
Lonely, lonely,
I can’t do no phonies,
Niggas always say they got ‘cha,
Tony/Corleone,
Me, my niggas tight like mafia,
I don’t think she know me,
Said she wanna’ work for papa,
You gon’ have to show me,
Show me, show me,

(Produced by Lick Twist)

Lonely ++

(Prod. DJ Burn One & The Five Point Bakery)

Smokin’ on gas, 100+ on the dash,
Charger movin’ real fast,
I’m just racin’ to the racks, yeah,
Shawty’ hit my line,
Like she wanna’ spend some time,
Told her that I’m on the grind,
She like she don’t even mind she wanna,

Ride with me,
Know she wanna’ ride with me,
I know she wanna’ ride,
I know she wanna’ ride, yeah,

No, I never been the 1 to make a move,
Now I play it smooth,
When I take a look at you,
All I see is food,
Get your fine ass on my bed,
You gon’ keep me fed,
She doubted me instead,
Now I’m wrapped between her legs,
I be ridin solo, 
Gettin’ high movin’ so low,
She tryn’ jump in the ride,
She tryn’ jump in the ride,
Roll one, light one up, (pyoot!)
Hold up, I’m just up,
Hop out, brand new Benz,
I’m like ouu, can I light this up?
She tryna’ bring her friends,
Got that coupe, ‘bout to bust a jug,
I would slide if I could,
That’s my shawty, 
She already know what’s poppin’,
Young nigga out there hustlin’,
Tryna get a million dollars,
I’m like can you blame me,
I haven’t been the same me,
Ex tried to contain me,
And so I end up changin’,
Now I’m on that good stuff, money on the way,
Never had a good love, only fantasies,
Pull up in that “ouu!”, some shit off a anime,
Saucin’ like Ragu, I can make the camera shake,
She just wanna’ ride & take a trip, ouuuu!
I know she wanna’ ride with the Kidd, ouuuu!
She just wanna’ vibe, spend a little time,
Cause I been on her mind, it’s fine,
And now we, 

Smokin’ on gas, 100+ on the dash,
Charger movin’ real fast,
I’m just racin’ to the racks, yeah,
Shawty’ hit my line,
Like she wanna’ spend some time,
Told her that I’m on the grind,
She like she don’t even mind she wanna,

Ride with me,
Know she wanna’ ride with me,
I know she wanna’ ride,
I know she wanna’ ride, yeah,

Ride with me,
Know she wanna’ ride with me,
I know she wanna’ ride,
I know she wanna’ ride, yeah,

Ride Wit Me ++

(Prod. DJ Burn One & The Five Point Bakery)

Yeah, yeah,
Yeah, yeah,
Mmm, mmm
Yeah, yeah

French vanilla-colored denims, (denims)
They still goin’ viral, I’m the serum, (serum)
Say they smokin’ loud,
But I don’t hear ‘em, I don’t hear ‘em, (nah)
These bitches in my face,
If they ain’t ‘bout it then I clear ‘em (bye)
Never keep my jewelry tucked,
Skinny nigga always rollin’ doobies up,
Kush & OJ vibes on this side, 
Throw them movies up,
She say she a fan,
And went ahead to throw them boobies up, (aye)
If she got a man, 
I bet he wonderin’ what she doin’ with us, (yeah!)
Just relax & put your mind on the moment,
I’ll be back to get you high if you want it, 
Tell ‘em, we just friends with some common ends,
Tryna’ turn my cents to commas, (wait?)
That’s just common sense, (hah!)

Girl, how you been?
When we gon’ vibe again? (Vibe again)
You can’t forget,
This time, and time again, (time again)
You got a man?
That’s cool I got a plan, (got a plan)
Girl are you hoppin’ in?
It’s common sense, (It’s common sense)
That’s common sense, (that’s common sense)
That’s common sense, (that’s common sense)
That’s common sense, (that’s common sense)

Yeah! (Aye, aye, aye, aye, aye, aye!)
Car don’t got no roof, (roof)
I’m a dog like roof,
Can’t sweat no bitch I had her dog,
And popped her like a Adderall, (okay!)
Popped up at the shoot,
I fucked behind the scene, no casting call,
She hoppin’ in the coupe, I look,
Her ass look like two basketballs,
Model bitch, (yeah) on her shit, (whoop!)
We just friends that’s all it is,
Netflix, Chill, that’s obvious,
Pull up back to back,
We in them Audi’s, that’s an audience, (skrt, skrt!)
She know how to party,
We be geeked up like some college kids,
With no common sense,

Girl, how you been?
When we gon’ vibe again? (Vibe again)
You can’t forget,
This time, and time again, (time again)
You got a man?
That’s cool I got a plan, (got a plan)
Girl, are you hoppin’ in?
It’s common sense, (It’s common sense)
That’s common sense, (that’s common sense)
That’s common sense, (that’s common sense)
That’s common sense, (that’s common sense)

(Aye, aye, aye, aye, aye, aye!)

Girl how you been?
When we gon’ vibe again? (Vibe again)
You can’t forget,
This time, and time again, (time again)
You got a man?
That’s cool I got a plan, (got a plan)
Girl are you hoppin’ in?
It’s common sense, (It’s common sense)
That’s common sense, (that’s common sense)
That’s common sense, (that’s common sense)
That’s common sense, (that’s common sense)

Common Sense ++

(Prod. DJ Burn One & The Five Point Bakery)


I told her bring her ass to Neverland, 
It never ends,
And we’ll be friends, until the end, yeah, 
I can’t wait to set the vibe & get you high,
No interruptions it’s just me & my bitch,
Deep in the function & I’m tryna’ get lit,
She with the fuck shit & she bringin’ best friend,
They like to drink quick,
And twerk on the club couches,
Poppin’ pink pills now I’m left with no options,

If she had a man she was, she was creepin’
We was freakin’ every single weekend,
Stopped doin M’s cause she said she be geekin’,
I don’t blame you, peep this game though,
See this time of your life? 
If you was to be mines, get some time for your ice,
Hit the lime with the light, you the life of the party,
Fucked her in my room,
And she like “let’s record it”, yeah,
I’m just a bachelor lookin’ for a real ting,
She keep her crib clean, but she still get filthy,
I love it when she give me head, 
That’s the bomb yeah,
Raise the temperature,
We fuckin’ on the silk sheets,
it’s been too long, let’s spend some time,
This weed’s too strong, I don’t cop dimes,
What you on now? What you ‘bout to get into?
Cause girl I’m feelin’ you,
And you should know the deal,

I told her bring her ass to Neverland, 
It never ends,
And we’ll be friends, until the end, yeah, 
I can’t wait to set the vibe & get you high,
No interruptions it’s just me & my bitch,
Deep in the function & I’m tryna’ get lit,
She with the fuck shit & she bringin’ best friend,
They like to drink quick,
And twerk on the club couches,
Poppin’ pink pills now I’m left with no options,

Yeah,
Shots, let’s take a shot,
She rollin’ hard off the rocks, I make it pop,
No more stolen cars off the blocks,
We takin’ yachts,
Goin’ overboard, stop! I need to watch shawty’,
And we ‘bout to get deep like a block party,
She look like she ‘bout to crash,
Like the stock market,
Back it up like beep, beep,
Put that ass in reverse,
Fuckin’ in my jeep, jeep,
She want my last & my first,
Now I’m on a deep creep,
Hop your ass in my vert,
Fuck her to a deep sleep,
That’s a bachelor’s curse,
And now she tryna’ find her way, find her way,

I told her bring her ass to Neverland, 
It never ends,
And we’ll be friends, until the end, yeah, 
I can’t wait to set the vibe & get you high,
No interruptions it’s just me & my bitch,
Deep in the function & I’m tryna’ get lit,
She with the fuck shit & she bringin’ best friend,
They like to drink quick,
And twerk on the club couches,
Poppin’ pink pills now I’m left with no options,

Neverland ++

(Prod. DJ Burn One & The Five Point Bakery)

We used to be friends, cool as fan,
So use to the stans & views from Japan,
A fool can decide; it’s you or my life,
Was too indecisive to choose what was right,
Grindin’ again, findin’ the strength,
To survive what I been thru & ride til’ the end,
But it ain’t easy,
And people changin’ on me by the seasons,
What’s the reason?
Been ten toes down, smokin’ on this potent,
Got the windows down, hopin’ I keep focus,
Cause I been slippin’,
Reminiscin’, fallin’ off my mission,
Damn I’m trippin’,

Too much, too much, 
I’m just tryna’ roll up,
I’m not tryna’ stress nobody, 
I’m just tryna’ pour up,
I done came a long way,
I done seen alotta’ things,
I don’t seen alotta’ change,
I haven’t been sober, I been so hungover,
I just wanted hope but you just wanted closure,
And now I learned, and now I learned,

Aye-aye
Ridin’ around town now, 
She posted in downtown now,
Like, it’s goin’ down, down, down,
Ain’t no more doubtin’ what I’m on,
Like, why you be second guessin’ me?
Like hope ain’t the heaven’s recipe,
Like I ain’t got nothin’ goin’ for myself,
Like, how is you really helpin’ me?
Guess you ain’t really believe me,
All of the shit that I told you,
All of the game that I showed you,
Sayin’ I’m tryna’ control you,
Like you hooked up to a Roku,
Now I can’t even approach you,
I hope you did what you’re supposed too,
I hope you really could cope too,
Now I’m close to them dinners at Nobu,
They say sale but don’t sell ‘em your soul,
When I sale I’m a sail like a boat,
Open doors like it’s mail at the door,
4 A.M. & I’m stuck in the stu’,
Only thing I could think of is you,
Only thing I could think of is you, 

Too much, too much, 
I’m just tryna’ roll up,
I’m not tryna’ stress nobody, 
I’m just tryna’ pour up,
I done came a long way,
I done seen alotta’ things,
I don’t seen alotta’ change,
I haven’t been sober, I been so hungover,
I just wanted hope but you just wanted closure,
And now I learned, and now I learned,

Sensai ++

(Prod. DJ Burn One & The Five Point Bakery)

It’s too much on my mind, I can’t relax, no,
Don’t know how hard I’ve tried,
Not to think irrational,
Lookin’ from afar, the pain is faint,
How can we rid this pain away?
Is there enough time? 
Do you still have hope?

Way up top, gotta’ stay up,
Get my pay up, had to get my weight up,
Know I stay up like a vampire, yeah,
They gatherin’ around me like a camp fire, yeah,
Chill off the crowd, 
All black my attire, yeah,
I crack a smile,
But they don’t know what’s behind it, yeah,
And if you wild,
Know them shooters right behind me, yeah,
They right behind me yeah,
Smokin’ a J, sellin’ dope in the shade,
Flip me a pack that’s four in a day,
Ridin’ thru the hood, droppin’ off the good,
I just got reloaded, bitch it’s ok,
Things ain’t been the same since my main bitch,
Now I use ‘em for them payments
And entertainment,
I got way too much to give it all right back up,
Don’t say too much I just move on & move up,
I’m careful with my time,
She’s careful with her love,
It’s not the same in her eyes,
But in the end it’s fine, it’ll all be fine,

It’s too much on my mind, I can’t relax, no,
Don’t know how hard I’ve tried,
Not to think irrational,
Lookin’ from afar, the pain is faint,
How can we rid this pain away?
Is there enough time? 
Do you still have hope?

I seen some things, 
I see certain dreams,
I peep certain things,
Leaf full of green to the brain,
Streets full of demons & prey,
Young niggas’ reach for the K,
They just want your piece or they’ll spray,
Sweep your whole team for the cake,
So many stories I was writin’ a book,
I keep a 40 & look twice when I look,
Was by my lonely just recitin’ the hook,
Smokin’ OG, I was lightin’ it up,
I came up from servin’ dimes,
Youngin’ learned the game,
I seen my niggas lose their minds,
Nothin’ was the same,
I put my heart into this shit,
Motherfuck the fame,
Been goin’ hard since I was 10,
Somethin’ finna’ change,
And she still trippin’ on some shit that she know,
Tryna’ move on but she moves with a ghost,
Got a lot to think about, I hope it don’t show,
We just movin’ on like that shit wasn’t cold,
That’s why I’m careful with my time,
She’s careful with her love,
It’s not the same in her eyes,
But in the end it’s fine, it’ll all be fine,

It’s too much on my mind, I can’t relax, no,
Don’t know how hard I’ve tried,
Not to think irrational,
Lookin’ from afar, the pain is faint,
How can we rid this pain away?
Is there enough time? 
Do you still have hope?

Way up top, gotta stay up,
I crack a smile,
But they don’t know what’s behind it, yeah
I seen some things, I see certain dreams,
I crack a smile,
But they don’t know what’s behind it, yeah,

Tsukuyomi ++

(Prod. DJ Burn One & The Five Point Bakery)

Imagine that I get you back,
10 years from now we work it out,
And I got this crazy feelin’ that,
You don’t think that I deserve this route,
But sometimes, sometimes,
After rain & the storm then it gotta’ come, sunshine,
One time for my ladies tryna’ hold it down,
I guess I gotta’ move on,
You ain’t think that I could be the man, 
Bringin’ money & the food home,
Even when I tried doin’ right,
Every thing I seemed to do was wrong,
And I was ready to provide,
I know you couldn’t decide,
I never wanted you to lose hope,
Even in the middle of the fire, let it burn,
Now you’re too cold,
Everyday we separated further,
We used to be too close,
Now it’s just another day gone by,

Should I even try?
I’ll hit your line, you give me a time,
It won’t take much,
If you got a little bit of love,
Hope you’ll keep in touch, 
I just want one more chance with you,
One more dance with you,

Look, 
She love me, she love me not,
Went from one you love,
To someone that you forgot, 
Knew I wasn’t perfect but I had your back,
Back when no one wasn’t comin’ around,
I handled that,
Goin’ thru my phone lookin’ for somethin’,
That you don’t want to find,
Throwin’ it all on me ‘cause you don’t wanna cry,
Don’t let it justify how I felt, first of all,
I was stuck in a moment that I wish I disregarded,
But still I’m here thinkin’ about you,
Writin’ about you,
Fucked up drinkin’ this liquor, wishin’ to find you,
Stuck tryna’ keep from fallin’ deep in a cycle,
Love? Or compete & try to reach for your idols?
That ain’t a easy thing to go thru,
Even after the whole you-know-who,
We just some kids tryna’ find our own ways of life,
I just wish that we could make it right,
Tell me if I’m trippin’,

I’ll a your line, you give me a time,
It won’t take much,
If you got a little bit of love,
Hope you’ll keep in touch, 
I just want one more chance with you,
One more dance with you,

I never wanted you to lose hope,
Even in the middle of the fire, let it burn,
Now you’re too cold,
Everyday we separated further,
We used to be too close,
I just want one more chance with you,
One more dance with you,

Yeah,
One more dance with you,
Uh, yeah,
One more dance with you,
One more, yeah,
One more dance with you,

Amaterasu ++

(Prod. GMoneyMadeIt)

Still got this bitch jumpin’,
Still got this bitch jumpin’,
I said I still got this bitch jumpin’,
Back bumpin’,

Aye, yeah,
Everybody say they great, (wait!)
Look up at my plate,
See? it’s mussels, shrimp, & steak, (eat!)
I ain’t got no time to sit & talk,
I’m movin’ Ape shit,
Open up & say you want the smoke,
Let’s fumigate shit,
Wait, I ain’t hidin’ by no gates, (nah!)
She said she was hungry, 
I just told that bitch to wait,
Money move so dirty,
Clean it up thru real estate, (clean!)
Uh, Cleanin’ up a bigger plate, (okay!)
Quarter for $300, everybody love the taste,
Flew in from Colorado,
Shawty tried to get on face, (coke)
Pulled up at the hotel, I can’t chill I gotta’ race,
Her boyfriend was a fan,
I had to put him in his place,
Real rap, no cap I need a book about my life,
Double cup, fill that shit with sprite,
I don’t even sip but if I do that shit ain’t light,
Fuck is up? Bitch I’m livin’ life,
I was always drinkin’, 
Turn up every weekend,
No, this ship ain’t sinkin’,
I move like a kingpin,
Now I’m ‘bout my dollars,
If you holla’ bring that green shit, (bring that green!)
Give a fuck about you,
Cause that talkin’ do not mean shit,
Told her “Wo!”, 
Bend that, bend that low,
I give you $500,
You bend over touch your toes, (touch it!)
New Balenciagas,
She gon’ probably fuck for those,
I bought a load shawty’, 
Don’t get comfortable, (nah!)
5-star hotel beds,
We don’t save ‘em for no cunt thot,
Yea, that bitch a meal,
I had to put her in my lunchbox,
I don’t pay for pussy,
I just go & bring them blunts out,
Uh, and I still gotta’ stunt, (okay!)
I don’t see nobody, 
Got this pill on my tongue,
Keep it gangsta’ with me,
Keep it real with my 1s, (real)
Carol City Kidd,
He keep them killers on a clutch, (pyoot, pyoot!)
Run down on a sucka’,
Gut his body like a Dutch, (ouu!)
Mean no harm, we don’t mean no harm,
Niggas try the set & we go off just like alarms,
Niggas try me,
Choppa’ sittin’ longer than my arm, (baht!)
Nigga try me,
I don’t think them niggas know I’m armed,
This not no bomb, Draco sittin’ long,
Shootin’ from a distance,
Don’t know where it’s comin’ from,
Hippie nigga, got ‘em wonderin’ what I’m really on,
Wait, I’m really on, all that shit on this song,
Cut the case, had to cut the cake,
Told that bitch get away from my fuckin’ face,
I’m a ass, hood nigga with class,
I wasn’t good in school,
But the streets done taught me math, yuh!

Street Math ++

(Prod. DJ Burn One & The Five Point Bakery)


Life's been slowly passin’ me by, 
Where does the time go?
I've been lonely, living in circles,
Life is a cycle,
Too much of this just isn't good, 
This isn't good for me,
You just left me out there for good, 
Look what you've done to me,

I've been rolling hard, 
You just throw it all away,
I've been so confused,
You just know me all the way,

I'll get over it, I'll get over it,
I'll see a new day,
Still got love for you, I'll be here for you,
It don't matter which way,
Hope we'll make it up, it don't take too much,
Just the time & the day,
Cause shit ain't really the same,
Shit ain't really the same, nah,

I hope that things could change,
Like, does it really have to be this way?
Guess I'll probably see you in the next life,
Uh, only wishin' you the best life,

I've been caught so deep in emotions, 
Reachin‘ for somethin’
Crashing hard not learnin' the lessons here, 
What’s the point in this?
Feelings tied to somethin' that's more than life, 
As cold as ice,
And yet, I still need you here with me, 
I still want you here with me,

I've been rolling hard, 
You just throw it all away,
I've been so confused,
You just know me all the way,

I'll get over it, I'll get over it,
I'll see a new day,
Still got love for you, I'll be here for you,
It don't matter which way,
Hope we'll make it up, it don't take too much,
Just the time & the day,
Cause shit ain't really the same,
Shit ain't really the same, nah,

I hope that things could change,
Like, does it really have to be this way?
Guess I'll probably see you in the next life,
Uh, only wishin' you the best life,

I hope that things could change,
Like, does it really have to be this way?
Guess I'll probably see you in the next life,
Uh, only wishin' you the best life,

Next Life ++ [Original]

(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

(Produced by Kidd Adamz)

Oh lord, she said no more,
But every time I pull it out,
She tell me that she want more,
I ain’t trippin’ on it shawty,
We can do this all night,
I hit it just like you like,
Mix the ‘Vist with the sprite cause,

Cause that’s my freak,
That’s my late night treat,
Every time she let me beat,
She leave puddles in the sheets,
When I eat, bet her legs super weak,
Then she blow me ‘til I skeet,
She fell in love with a freak, 
I got her screamin’

Hou-hooo, Hou-hooo!
Hou-hooo, Hou-hooo!
Hou-hooo, Hou-hooo!
Hou-hooo, Hou-hooo!

Oh lord, she said no more,
But every time I pull it out,
She tell me that she want more,
I ain’t trippin’ on it shawty,
We can do this all night,
I hit it just like you like,
Mix the ‘Vist with the sprite,
I turn you on like the lights,
So don’t you act surprised,
I don’t bark, I just bite,
I can tell I’m your type,
Can’t get you out of my mind,
When you be out of my sight,
That’s when you hittin’ my line,
So I’m a come thru tonight,
I ain’t sayin’ I’m in love,
But I’m a love you like I am,
She hit my line when she need me,
It’s like my love is on demand,
And I know that I’m the man,
She just loves to remind me,
And plus she open-minded,
She love when I get behind it cause,

Cause that’s my freak,
That’s my late night treat,
Every time she let me beat,
She leave puddles in the sheets,
When I eat, bet her legs super weak,
Then she blow me ‘til I skeet,
She fell in love with a freak, 
I got her screamin’

Hou-hooo, Hou-hooo!
Hou-hooo, Hou-hooo!
Hou-hooo, Hou-hooo!
Hou-hooo, Hou-hooo!

Beat it up like she stole somethin’,
When I eat it she tell me I know somethin’,
Said my love is the bomb & she blowed on it,
Then she licked on the tip & went low on it,
Business women when she out on the grind,
But when she on my bed she a hoe on it,
That’s a real women, that’s a grown women,
I might spend somethin’, I might blow 100,
Baby hold up, 
Runnin’ that game no controller,
I swear no nigga can control her,
But she gave me permission to hold her,
Down in like I was drownin’,
Yeah I go deep inside her like the ocean,
Back & forth, we roller coastin’,
But I guess that’s just the motion, no son,
I’m that youngin’ you heard about,
I’m that youngin’ that killers would murder ‘bout,
She heard that I’m a freak like the circus out,
Press the gas on that pedal & burn it out,
I’m that youngin’ lil’ mama gon’ learn about,
I’m that youngin’ lil’ mama concerned about,
If she with me she rockin’ that purple out,
Spit that game in your ear, bet I turn you out,

Cause that’s my freak,
That’s my late night treat,
Every time she let me beat,
She leave puddles in the sheets,
When I eat, bet her legs super weak,
Then she blow me ‘til I skeet,
She fell in love with a freak, 
I got her screamin’

Hou-hooo, Hou-hooo!
Hou-hooo, Hou-hooo!
Hou-hooo, Hou-hooo!
Hou-hooo, Hou-hooo!

(Hou-hooo, Hou-hooo!)
(Hou-hooo, Hou-hooo!)
(Hou-hooo, Hou-hooo!)
(Hou-hooo, Hou-hooo!)

Late Night Freak

(Produced by Kidd Adamz)

What’s good right now?
And I’m feelin’ good right now,
Chillin in the club right now,
Got another cup right now, like ahhhh,
In the cut right now,
Got a baby & she stuck right now,
Feelin’ on her butt right now,
Tryna’ take her up right now like ahhhh,

Right now,
Right now, right now, right now,
Right now, 
Right now, right now, right now,
Right now,
Right now, right now, right now,
Right now, 
Right now, right now, right now,

Yeah, I got what you want,
I got what you need,
Let’s have alotta’ fun,
If you come with me,
I know that you new in town, yeah,
I wanna’ show you around, yeah,
Show you how this shit go down here,
Drink til’ we lost & ain’t found, yeah,
Now I’m thinkin’ how I’m finna’ get her naked,
From the islands, I heard she Jamaican,
Sippin’ Rum she got a nigga wasted,
Party hard just like we live in Vegas,
I bet you’re new to this,
Walkin’ around in my house with no clothes,
And I hope that she know what a nudist is,
Ain’t with that assumin’ shit,
So baby just tell me, 

What’s good right now?
And I’m feelin’ good right now,
Chillin in the club right now,
Got another cup right now, like ahhhh,
In the cut right now,
Got a baby & she stuck right now,
Feelin’ on her butt right now,
Tryna’ take her up right now like ahhhh,

Right now,
Right now, right now, right now,
Right now, 
Right now, right now, right now,
Right now,
Right now, right now, right now,
Right now, 
Right now, right now, right now,

Aye, aye, let me catch my flow!
Aye, baby call a friend,
Maybe I’ll call a friend & let’s plan it out,
Me & you together that’s a guaranteed win,
We could build a team & then spend it out,
I’m talkin’ travel the world baby pick a route,
Want a Birkin bag? then gon’ pick it out, 
Baby, I ain’t the type that’s gon’ kick you ‘round,
I’m a lace you up & then dick you down,
Went from your friend to your nigga? Wow,
But baby I ain’t tryna’ be your man right now,
Really tryna’ put you in a Benz right now?
Take you from the bar, to my whip, to my house,
Oh lord, girl how we play at this story,
Just know I’m ready like Pastor Troy,
If you Helen girl I’ll go to war in Troy,
Just so I could pull out that boy like ahhhh,

What’s good right now?
And I’m feelin’ good right now,
Chillin in the club right now,
Got another cup right now, like ahhhh,
In the cut right now,
Got a baby & she stuck right now,
Feelin’ on her butt right now,
Tryna’ take her up right now like ahhhh,

Right now,
Right now, right now, right now,
Right now, 
Right now, right now, right now,
Right now,
Right now, right now, right now,
Right now, 
Right now, right now, right now,

Right Now (feat. Jakeem HD)

(Produced by JayBeatz)

Post on my block,
And light up the nearest stop,
You hear pops when you makin’ turns,
Better hope they don’t pop your top,
With a option of takin’ knowledge,
Or ballin’ from droppin’ rocks,
It’s obvious I was not,
But I probably was boxin’ out,
And college is not the route,
But I’ll probably do a semester,
For mama, to make her proud,
Of her son who always depresses her,
My brothers always suggest,
That I walk & I keep my head up,
America tryna’ get us,
We workin’ to get the bread nigga, fuck luck,
Bloody murder, 
Niggas dying like it’s sacrificial,
Actions spoke,
And growin’ up you had to pack a pistol,
A pack of killers,
flashin’ bills & guns cause that’s what’s realer,
And when they end up on a tee,
I guess it’s back to killin’,
Give me the Glock, 
I’m a put 10 on your top, 
Show you the feeling of killin’,
Get ready or not,
Cause when I open my mouth,
Them bullets be ready to fly,
Blatt, Blatt! Lyrical murder,
You heard of the Hitman of Hip-Hop?
I came in the game,
With some paper, a pencil,
Turned that to a pistol & gave it a shot,
Straight from the block,
No industry in me just real niggas with me,
Who aimin’ to pop,
Can’t hang with no opp,
Cause niggas be feelin’ some type of way,
If you famous or not,
You haters is not puttin’ me down,
I’m turnin’ up, hate me or nah, 
I came for the gold, you play for the bronze,
I aim for the throat, the lyrical Spartan,
I’m straight from the Gardens,
Nigga be honest,
Who you know is more polished?
I spit game to the teacher,
And game to the college, what is knowledge?
I’m profound, not flawless,
I’m 9th ward til’ my callin’,
I’ll never forget where I came from,
That’s the same city where they’ll bang one,
And that’s real,

These niggas got me fucked up,
These niggas got me fucked up,
These niggas got me fucked up,
These niggas got me fucked up, wo!
These niggas got me fucked up,
These niggas got me fucked up,
I said these niggas got me fucked up,
These niggas got me fucked up, wo!

Bitch you better bow to a King,
To the rap I’m Pacquiao in the ring,
Lookin’ for a playa’? Then I’m out with the team,
Look out for a G cause I’m out gettin’ clean,
This rap ain’t nothin’ more than a sport,
Hit the course like a racehorse,
You is just a bounty to me, 
Give no F’s, stay ridin’ with the G’s,
Ain’t nowhere to go but up
If you down with the G’s, 
Please, started from the bottom of the map,
With straight acc’ so I could hit a target in the hat,
But ain’t that a bitch? cause I’m always in the trap,
Just cookin’ dope so I stay far away from that,
It’s good vibes, no negative shit, irrelevant shit,
Just get paper, head, & get lit, prepared for this shit,
I really hope they ready for this, get ready for this,
The new young Mr. Burns, I’m excellent,
In my dreams I could see my new spot vivid,
With a few hot bitches on the rooftop chillin’,
Can’t stop & you know I won’t stop,
Yea I gotta go hard just so I can prove that feeling,
I’m amazing, niggas can’t fuck with me dog,
Wouldn’t even let his girl fuck with me dog,
Real niggas recognize real,
And I only fuck with real niggas,
Like “real” stuck to me dog,
Legendary, so what’s luck to me dog?
Niggas from the other side look up to me dog,
I’m a young G spittin’ like a old head,
But I got a gold soul, now that’s luxury dog,
Real talk, I ain’t with the fuckery dog,
Don’t know me, don’t come up to me dog,
Cause I’m tryna’ get more,
Than you’d love to see dog,
But what you want, 
Is just not enough for me dog,
Real talk, 

These niggas got me fucked up,
These niggas got me fucked up,
These niggas got me fucked up,
These niggas got me fucked up, wo!
These niggas got me fucked up,
These niggas got me fucked up,
I said these niggas got me fucked up,
These niggas got me fucked up, wo!

Fukked Up

(Produced by Kidd Adamz & Play Picasso)

When you makin’ noise they get in your face,
I’m just tryna’ fill up my dinner plate,
And eat with my Vellies who been for me, 
But they tryna’ reach for my energy,
That’s why I say fuck ‘em & fuck ‘em all,
Ain’t come to be friends, I just come to ball,
I feel like Westbrook how I’m comin’ off,
Fuck all that talkin’ I come to ball,

They salute me & my troops, 
Heard we go the juice,
Might make the news,
Cause my crew known for gettin’ loose,
Pour a shot up for your shotta’,
Take it to the head,
Don’t want no problem,
Don’t get shot up for some shit you said,

Every day on the grind, 
Tryna get somethin’ from nothin’,
I been awake even when they was sleepin’,
I was too hungry,
I made mistakes, not again,
On the road back to the money,
I got no time for these opportunists,
Out here that see me sippin’ on the power juice,

See me sippin’ on the power juice, 
See me sippin’ on the power juice, (x2)

They see me sippin’ on the power juice,
And they wanna’ take a lil sip,
Bitches wanna’ take a lil dip,
Tryna’ run game but im Lil’ Flip,
Kill the games, hit the kill switch,
Is we fuckin’? that’s some real shit,
If we ain’t then that’s the confirmation,
I ain’t got no business with you lil’ bitch,
I’m still out boolin’ with real bloods,
Hippie type but I’m still hood,
In my city & I’m still good,
Ain’t no Hollywood in me, I’m real good,
Get my 7s for the lowski,
Tradin’ bitches with my broski’s,
Learn a lesson from my OGs,
They tellin’ me to be lowkey,
And stay way out of these niggas faces,
Cause when you start boomin’ they get to hatin’,
They said how it feel to be gettin’ haters?
I told ‘em no lie man it feel amazing,
I’m a just get back to gettin’ paper,
Won’t let the fame be the indicator,
That I’m gettin’ closer, close to gettin’ greater,
Ballin’ on ‘em, how it feel to be amazing?
Ohhhh! I was all on my fast break,
See how they feel when you cash make?
Back then shawty wouldn’t fuck with me, no,
But now she here makin’ that ass shake,
I guess that’s just what them dollars do,
Now she sayin’ boy I’m proud of you,
See me sippin’ on the power juice,
And they wanna’ take it out of you,

Not on me noooo! not on me, no, no, no,
Not on me no-ho! not on me, no, no, no,
Not on me no-ho! not on me, no, no, no,
Not on me no-ho! not on me, no, oh, oh,

See me sippin’ on the power juice, 
See me sippin’ on the power juice, (x2)

They see me sippin’ on the power juice,
And they envy cause they ain’t got it,
All in public never sayin’ shit,
But when I go on Twitter it’s the same comments,
I ain’t comin’ with the same promise,
It’s fuck y’all & that’s on my mama,
I ain’t got no problems, we could have a problem,
Fuck boy I’m from Murda Gardens,
Know some NM killers there to murk for honor,
Screamin’ motherfuck your murder charges,
Drop a body then go straight to Haiti,
It ain’t nothin’ when you know you got it, 
Well respected in my city though,
Skinny nigga I be with it though,
Lil’ hittas know my history,
Older women tryna’ get with me yo,
All that fakin’ it don’t sit with me, no,
Gettin’ money with my friends on the low,
When you plottin’ for a million dollars,
Niggas hand you favors, I ain’t feelin’ em though, 
Let’s just say business is business for y’all,
No, ain’t no gettin’ too friendly with yall,
When I was down & was churnin’,
With sharks in the sea,
Could’ve sworn I was swimmin’ with y’all, 
Fuck ‘em all,

They salute me & my troops, 
Heard we go the juice,
Might make the news,
Cause my crew known for gettin’ loose,
Pour a shot up for your shotta’,
Take it to the head,
Don’t want no problem,
Don’t get shot up for some shit you said,

Every day on the grind, 
Tryna get somethin’ from nothin’,
I been awake even when they was sleepin’,
I was too hungry,
I made mistakes, not again,
On the road back to the money,
I got no time for these opportunists,
Out here that see me sippin’ on the power juice,

Not on me noooo! not on me, no, no, no, (x4)

Power Juice (Russell Westbrook)

(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 and 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 Soldier 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

(Produced by Ja Magni)

I'm still that nigga from right off the block,
Tryna look clean when I whip off the lot,
I know some niggas who mix up alot,
Whip with they wrist & they mixin’ the pot,
Purple bandana I keep it on me, 
Lurk on your ass like you owe me money,
I'm still that nigga let's not forget it,
I'm still that nigga let's not forget it,
Ye-ye-yeah!

I'm still that nigga, that nigga, that,
I'm still that nigga, that nigga, that, (x2)
I can't help it bitch i'm feeling myself,
I can't help it bitch i'm feeling myself,
I'm still that nigga, that nigga, that,
I'm still that nigga, that nigga, that,

Keep a grape rag on the side bitch im reppin,
Looking like a check,
them young niggas get your necklace,
Stealin’ niggas bitches out the blue interception,
I'm still that nigga your bitch want a sesh with?
Came thru cold, no feelings for a hoe,
Puttin’ bitches over money,
niggas switchin’ up the code,
Still spittin’ lines all the time that's the grind,
Got me slurred off the bars,
Like I dipped it in the coke,
On my shit nigga can't you tell?
You wanna verse better pay me well,
Shit on you bitches like how it feel,
Run up a million & feel myself,
I can't fuck with ‘em,
Ima get M’s & make niggas uncomfortable,
Make niggas wonder while i'm livin’ wonderful,
Still got a ton of new shit that i'm runnin’ for,
I’m still gon get it regardless of where I’m from,
I'm still that nigga you heard about,
Stay in my lane I ain't swervin’ round,
I know some boys on that murder route,
I'm still that nigga they'll murder ‘bout,
Cock it & aim put it right on that nigga,
Dot on his cap then we light up that nigga,
Pull up right on him like yeah that's nigga,
Fuck what he saying cause,

I'm still that nigga from right off the block,
Tryna look clean when I whip off the lot,
I know some niggas who mix up alot,
Whip with they wrist & they mixin’ the pot,
Purple bandana I keep it on me, 
Lurk on your ass like you owe me money,
I'm still that nigga let's not forget it,
I'm still that nigga let's not forget it,
Ye-ye-yeah!

I'm still that nigga, that nigga, that,
I'm still that nigga, that nigga, that, (x2)
I can't help it bitch i'm feeling myself,
I can't help it bitch i'm feeling myself,
I'm still that nigga, that nigga, that,
I'm still that nigga, that nigga, that,

21 years I done seen so much,
How it feel gettin’ green 
With your team so much?
Who'd a known gettin’ on,
Would’ve mean so much,
Just to be up in the clubs, 
On the scene so much,
How you finna' be the man,
When your team don't love you?
Shit, you’d probably be the man,
But your team ain't for you,
Can't trust no bitch cause a sleeze ain't loyal,
God first then the money,
I don't got nothin’  for them lil’ bitches,
Cause they switch up like every month,
I give a fuck less after every blunt,
I trust these hoes less after every cunt,
Still tryna finesse & go get me somethin’,
My mama be worried & she can't help it,
Said mama I got you, believe we wealthy,
Won't talk no stick cause my heat is healthy,
And my youngin’s they lurking off beans & ecstasy,
They'll go to war all they need is weaponry,
Before I go I’m a leave a legacy,
My Nike's on, ain’t nobody checkin’ me,
100 rounds if you disrespectin’ me,
Ye-ye-yeah,
Cock it & aim put it right on that nigga,
Dot on his cap then we light up that nigga,
Pull up right on him like yeah that's nigga,
Fuck what he saying cause,

I'm still that nigga from right off the block,
Tryna look clean when I whip off the lot,
I know some niggas who mix up alot,
Whip with they wrist & they mixin’ the pot,
Purple bandana I keep it on me, 
Lurk on your ass like you owe me money,
I'm still that nigga let's not forget it,
I'm still that nigga let's not forget it,
Ye-ye-yeah!

I'm still that nigga, that nigga, that,
I'm still that nigga, that nigga, that, (x2)
I can't help it bitch i'm feeling myself,
I can't help it bitch i'm feeling myself,
I'm still that nigga, that nigga, that,
I'm still that nigga, that nigga, that,

Still Dat Nigga

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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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]

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.

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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 like Gunplay, Lunchmoney Lewis, and a few more notable names from the area 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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