Written by Kidd Adamz.
Produced by Play Picasso.
Mixed by Johann Van Gogh.
Recorded @ Camp David Studios.
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(Father I come before you as a sinner),
(And I ask that you forgive me for my inequities),
(This morning I pray that you will watch over my kids),
(That you will lead their path into righteousness),
(That you will guard their mind, in Jesus name, I pray),

(Y’know I was goin’ thru alotta’ changes), 
(Like the moon & shit), 
(Y’know what I’m sayin’),
(It was just phases I was goin’ thru, dawg),
(Like, I really was, y’know),
(Like, um, you-you remember, like),
(Y’know I was goin’ thru my the whole shit), 
(Uh, with my ex & y’know that was like), 
(A whole, just, new awakening for me), 
(Because, um, I realized alotta’ things),
(Like, y’know, the people that was around), 
(The things I was goin’ thru),
(Like, it was either I felt like that was holdin’ me back),
(Or I was holdin’ me back), 
(And 9 times outta’ 10 when you look-),
(When you wake up),

Yeah, uh,

(Look yourself in the mirror, it’s really you),
(Y’know, you can’t use people as an excuse),

Cruisin’ in my ride, got my vellies on my side,
Nothin’ but good vibes, while I’m ridin’ thru the night,
Shawty’ hit my line like: “what you gettin’ to tonight?”,
A lil’ bit of the same, smokin’ strains, gettin’ paid,
I thank God that I’m alive,

I’m alive, I’m alive, I’m alive, 
I’m alive, I’m alive, I’m alive, 
I’m alive, I’m alive, I’m alive, 
Thank God that I’m alive,
Thank God that I’m alive,

My lil’ homie just caught him some bodies,
Right in Miami Gardens,
Someone told me that’s gon’ be his callin’,
Until they caught him,

Thank God that I’m alive now,
I’m a show them niggas how to grind now,
I’m a show them how to waste no time now,
Til’ I’m the only name that’s on yo’ timeline, 
Huh, thank God that I’m alive,

It’s time to get paid now,
Niggas be throwin’ they shade out,
I cook up the dope like a safe house,
Then treat the stu’ like a playhouse,
Everyone think that they “fwea” now,
I guess that’s how shit supposed to play out,
I got the game, here the layout, 

And God said I’m in my prime, so it’s time to shine,
I’m like fuck a dime, unless it’s diamonds out a mine,
Sierra Leone, please don’t get it wrong,
I’m a do this til’ I’m gone, I’ll never switch my tone,
I thank God that I’m alive,

(So when I got the Moon it was really to uh),
(Like, to symbolize, like, my phases, y’know), 
(Like, what I went thru), 
(Whether it was in a relationship), 
(Or whether it’s with friends), 
(Or whether it’s myself, y’know what I’m sayin’), 
(To realize like: when you wake up y’know what sayin’),
(You gon be a new person every time),
(Every time you gon’ be-, you changin’ everyday),
(Y’know what I’m sayin’, so you gotta realize that),
(And you gotta accept that),

Kidd Adamz — Thank God [I’m Alive]

Written by Kidd Adamz.
Produced by Play Picasso.
Mixed by Johann Van Gogh.
Recorded @ Camp David Studios.
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Can I get way more than conversation,
Hope you notice I been patient,
I been plottin, I been waitin shawty’, 
And I can’t help but notice how we rockin’. 
And I know that I got options,
But with you I finally found me somethin’ real, 

(Ouu la la la, it's the way that you feel), 
(When you know it's real),

Ouu la, la, la, ouu la, la, la,
Found me something real, 

(Ouu la la la, it's the warm that's inside),
(When you're satisfied),

Ouu la, la, la, ouu la, la, la,
Found me something real, 

(Ouu la la la, it's a dream that lasts forever),

Ouu la, la, la, ouu la, la, la,
Found me something real, 

(Ouu la la la, let's stay together, oh),

Ouu la, la, la, ouu la, la, la, yeah!

Kidd Adamz — More Than A Konvo

Written by Kidd Adamz.
Produced by DJ Kore.
Recorded @ A2F Studios.
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Got too much drip, deep in the pot, 
Use to be workin’ a lot,
Used to work on the ‘Cayne,
I remember them times I was circlin’ blocks, 
(brttt, brttt!)
FN attached right on my hip,
That shit be hurtin’ a lot,
(brttt, brttt!)
I don’t sip Act’, I don’t got lean,
I just be burnin’ a lot, 

Yea-yeah, uh, 
Make you swim with the fishes,
You talk to me crazy,
Boy, don’t even look at me wrong,
I’m spittin’ a verse but the way that it sounds,
It’s like a hook to this song,
I got on pussy cologne, 
Bad bitches all on my phone,
Don’t know what to do with ‘em,
After I’m through with ‘em, 
She from the hood but I took her to Rome,
That’s that Hippie Thug shit, 
I need a Hippie Thug bitch, 
Not no kiss & hug shit, 
Just some “feel in love” shit, 
I hold it down for her, she don’t deserve it,
But I know I’m far off from perfect,
I had to cut you, a lotta’ that drama,
Was throwin’ me off of my purpose,
They say you move with the clowns,
And the chances are,
You might be part of the circus,
You think I’m broke as a joke? (Wha?!)
Boy, what you brought to the service?
Don’t wanna’ school ‘em, 
But sometimes they ask for it, 
I’m a give ‘em a class for it, 
It’s ‘bout to be June,
And the way that my plans goin’, 
I’m a fill up my passport,
Yea I’m a goon, but I’m changin’ my lifestyle,
And I’m doin’ it right now, 
Gourmet cuisines on my plate when I bite down,
Tell ‘em niggas to pipe down,
 
Got too much drip, deep in the pot, 
Use to be workin’ a lot,
Used to work on the ‘Cayne,
I remember them times I was circlin’ blocks, 
(brttt, brttt!)
FN attached right on my hip,
That shit be hurtin’ a lot,
(brttt, brttt!)
I don’t sip Act’, I don’t got lean,
I just be burnin’ a lot, 

In a Benz with my niggas, we cuttin’ the block up,
And lookin’ for shones in the hood,
Just got a deposit, you know that I’m poppin’
You niggas should know that I’m good,
I got my stripes from the Lake,
I bet she bite on the bait,
Don’t know them niggas, I won’t know them niggas,
So tell me like, why in the fuck would they hate?
This shit ain’t up for debate,
I get the bag & I skate, (skrt, skrt!)
She let me fuck when I want, 
I put that cat on a plate, (yum)
I just be livin’ my life, I put this shit on the mic,
I like to vibe in the cut, 
Don’t like to get in the hype,
I been here a long time, 
I could peep the wrong signs,
Since high school, been 10 toes,
Trappin’ in some gym clothes,
I’m on my way to becomin’ somebody,
They thought that I never could be,
I just walk in the shop & I pick out my fit, 
And they get that shit ready for me, 
You know that I-, 

Got too much drip, deep in the pot, 
Use to be workin’ a lot,
Used to work on the ‘Cayne,
I remember them times I was circlin’ blocks, 
(brttt, brttt!)
FN attached right on my hip,
That shit be hurtin’ a lot,
(brttt, brttt!)
I don’t sip Act’, I don’t got lean,
I just be burnin’ a lot,

Kidd Adamz — 2 Much Drip

Written by Kidd Adamz.
Produced by DJ Kore.
Recorded @ A2F Studios.
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I’m makin’ moves out the state,
I gotta’ get a new place,
She wanna’ go on a date,
Baby, I wanna’ go to the bank,
If it ain’t ‘bout no money I’m skatin’,
I go hard for them racks,
Can’t believe this lil’ bitch got me waitin’,
Told her that I’ll be back,

I heard the money callin, I heard the money callin, 
I heard the money callin, I heard the money callin, 
I heard the money callin, I heard the money callin, 
I heard the money callin, I heard the money callin, 
I heard the money callin,

Yeah, if you do it, you did it for power,
Either in or you out, 
They want the secret, I switched up the style,
Tryna’ figure me out,
I made a few racks & that’s not accounted for,
Put that in my account, 
If it ain’t no profit, the fuck is you callin’ for?
Like a ball, I’m a bounce,
Head on a swivel, a Nine in my draws,
Slide in the dark with one in the head,
I can’t be slippin’, I’m watchin’ these niggas,
I sleep with my bitch & a gun by my bed,
I can’t be lying in raps,
I remember days niggas would vibe in the trap,
And rely on the trap, and now that I’m back,
Me, my niggas gettin’ all of it back,
We all on the map, yeah,
Keep calm & get the money up,
Niggas thinkin’ they in front of us,
That lil’ shit ain’t movin’ none of us,
I could show you how to run it, 
My big dog he a gunner,
We ain’t goin’ out for nothin’, 
Hit a city, I ain’t from there, yeah, 

I’m makin’ moves out the state,
I gotta’ get a new place,
She wanna’ go on a date,
Baby, I wanna’ go to the bank,
If it ain’t ‘bout no money I’m skatin’,
I go hard for them racks,
Can’t believe this lil’ bitch got me waitin’,
Told her that I’ll be back,

I heard the money callin, I heard the money callin, 
I heard the money callin, I heard the money callin, 
I heard the money callin, I heard the money callin, 
I heard the money callin, I heard the money callin, 
I heard the money callin,

Lil dog turned big homie,
I could show you how it is, homie,
Hella choppers at the crib, homie,
Nights I had to leave my bitch lonely,
Nights I had to leave the crib hungry,
Young nigga, got my biz runnin’,
I ain’t have it, but I been stuntin’,
See, that’s my lil’ baby, 
But sometimes she be drivin’ me crazy, yeah,
I can’t lie, she a hussla,
Want that crib & that brand new Mercedes, yeah,
That’s the shit that I like, yeah, 
Glock on my left & she right there,
Pull up & give her that pipe yeah,
Then I’m back to the paper, yeah, yeah, yeah,
Deep in the bag, wrist in the pot,
I had to double the guap,
Reach for the bag, you might get popped,
No, ain’t no talkin’ it out,
I could show you how to run it,
We ain’t goin’ out for nothin’,
Hit a city I ain’t from there, yeah,

I’m makin’ moves out the state,
I gotta’ get a new place,
She wanna’ go on a date,
Baby, I wanna’ go to the bank,
If it ain’t ‘bout no money I’m skatin’,
I go hard for them racks,
Can’t believe this lil’ bitch got me waitin’,
Told her that I’ll be back,

I heard the money callin, I heard the money callin, 
I heard the money callin, I heard the money callin, 
I heard the money callin, I heard the money callin, 
I heard the money callin, I heard the money callin, 
I heard the money callin,

Kidd Adamz — Money Kallin

Written by Kidd Adamz.
Produced by Kezah.
Recorded @ A2F Studios.
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(K-K-K-K-K-K-Kezah)

Creep on yo' block like Khameleon,
I want them millions,
Crib on the beach but no Gilligan,
Up like a ceiling fan,
Bad yellow bitch with them silicone titties,
I hit & I hit again,
You know the shit that I did to get here nigga?
I took them steps & went up like the stairs nigga,
I went broke & nobody was there nigga,
If you ain't talking bout money don't care nigga,
I took my bitch out to eat than I ate her,
Fucked her good in a brand new Mercedes,
I'll put a hole in your head like a bagel,
They don't like when you turnin' the tables,
I fucked your bitch in a dress with no make up,
And that head was the bomb no debating,
Came to the city & ran up my paper,
That's the shit that these niggas can't take,
I be on strong like I'm liftin' them weights,
Snap on these beats like I'm kickin' the bass,
Kick in ya door & go straight for the safe,
They don't know half of the shit that it take,
But they ain't on what I'm on, nah,
But sing along, sing along, yeah,
I hear 'em all, hear 'em all, yeah,
I clear 'em off, clear 'em off, uh,

I just popped a Perc,
She just did some blow,
Said her man's a jerk,
She creepin' on the low,
Takin' trips like acid, like why you even asking?
I can't get romantic,
But she still round here dancin',

White girl take lines,
I ain't with the snake lines,
Niggas tryna take mines,
I’m a go Ape Time,
Niggas start movin' like dope across state lines,
Then we go to work, fuck a lunch or a break time,
Oou, wait now, like I got 8 lines,
How a nigga make a whole rack just for 8 lines,
She gimme’ neck like I got me a cape on,
If I don't got time I'll probably make time,
Ouu, she got that pressure,
She wanna ride like a Tesla,
I think I might get the best of her, huh,
Like fuck who next up,
Breakin' the bread like investors, huh,
She be like, bless up,
Long as they print it like vector,
Ima get it with my chest up,
Whip up light, I ain't too nice,
Two white hoes & they fuckin' like dikes,
Shootin' with the 23, feelin' like Mike,
Drink so much got me feelin' quite light,
So they tryna tell me I ain't livin' life right,
Hennesy Black but my bitch type white,
Beat up the pussy like it's fight night,
Then I put her to sleep like bitch night, night,
I be on strong like I'm liftin' them weights,
Snap on these beats like I'm kickin' the bass,
Kick in ya door & go straight for the safe,
They don't know half of the shit that it take,
But they ain't on what I'm on, nah,
But sing along, sing along, yeah,
I hear 'em all, hear 'em all, yeah,
I clear 'em off, clear 'em off, uh,

I just popped a Perc,
She just did some blow,
Said her man's a jerk,
She creepin' on the low,
Takin' trips like acid, like why you even asking?
I can't get romantic,
But she still round here dancin',

I just popped a Perc,
She just did some blow,
Said her man's a jerk,
She creepin' on the low,
Takin' trips like acid, like why you even asking?
I can't get romantic,
But she still round here dancin',

(That's it…)

Kidd Adamz — Khameleon Winz

Written by Kidd Adamz.
Produced by DJ Kore.
Recorded @ A2F Studios.
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Walk in with some Head Bussaz,
Niggas know I set it off,
Bad bitches starin’ hard,
Creepin’ like some predators,
Off-White denims, straight cash, fuck a credit card,
Walk up to a bitch, I had to ask she ever met a star,
Bad bitches askin’ for a line, not the cellular,
I say: “you somethin’ special”,
But in truth I know she regular,
My Chico got the grass for me, 
Pick it up & shred it up,
I just made some cash on me,
All I do is add it up, 

Try me for a worker,
Ain’t no service here, I’ll close the shop,
Use to serve that Purple,
When that Urkel hit a nigga block,
Try me for a peon, run you down like Deion,
Ballin’ on these niggas, 
I just layup with my free arm,
Gotta watch these niggas, 
They be plottin’ more than movies, 
I be cruisin’, clutchin’ toolies, 
While a nigga bumpin’ Juvie,
Oh, you real huh? 
Oh, you eatin’ off yo’ deal huh?
I guess I gotta show these niggas how to do it,
Pop up, no shop, ridin’ with them mops,
Niggas talk that shit, see what he ‘bout,
We don’t do no old hoes, that’s a no-no,
She bouncin’ on my zozo, like a Pogo,
Always ridin’ with them poles,
Put holes in your 4-door,
Clean a nigga off the map,
Like some Fabuloso, we ain’t playin’,
Press down on that bitch, 
She started suckin’ with no hands, 
I said I couldn’t stay & she already understands,
They try me for a boy,
When niggas know that I’m the man,
Take this shit for granted, 
We gon’ take it, that’s the plan, 
Been down, goin’ for the win now,
Remember I was cruisin’ in a Hyundai,
It’s a Benz now, 
Niggas double-crossed me, 
That’s why I can’t do no friends now,
Case they try to rob me, 
Gotta’ pull my F&N out, 

Walk in with some Head Bussaz,
Niggas know I set it off,
Bad bitches starin’ hard,
Creepin’ like some predators,
Off-White denims, straight cash, fuck a credit card,
Walk up to a bitch, I had to ask she ever met a star,
Bad bitches askin’ for a line, not the cellular,
I say: “you somethin’ special”,
But in truth I know she regular,
My Chico got the grass for me, 
Pick it up & shred it up,
I just made some cash on me,
All I do is add it up, 

Use to want the buss down Rollie with the VV’s,
Now I want my haters just to see me on they TV’s,
I remember when that lil’ bitch ain’t wanna see me,
Now I got a DM talkin’ ‘bout she wanna meet me,
She gave me that Medulla, clip as long as ruler,
She wan’ be down so she tatted ROLO on her boota,
Oh, you down huh? 
Oh, yo’ nigga just a clown huh?
If he talk we shoot ‘em down huh, 
(Brttt! Brttt!)

Walk in with some Head Bussaz,
Niggas know I set it off,
Bad bitches starin’ hard,
Creepin’ like some predators,
Off-White denims, straight cash, fuck a credit card,
Walk up to a bitch, I had to ask she ever met a star,
Bad bitches askin’ for a line, not the cellular,
I say: “you somethin’ special”,
But in truth I know she regular,
My Chico got the grass for me, 
Pick it up & shred it up,
I just made some cash on me,
All I do is add it up,

Kidd Adamz — Set It Off

Written by Kidd Adamz.
Produced by DJ Kore.
Recorded @ A2F Studios.
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A-OK (Lyrics)

I like my bitches on Hennessy, 
Don’t give a fuck ‘cause I been a G,
Know I’m poppin’ & shit, got yo’ BM with me,
You know I hit if you see her with me,
I run off on the plug, ain’t no 50/50,
Deep in the trap with some Icky Vicky’s,
She wan’ kiss on my dick, give it hicky-hicky,
Sit back & roll up that sticky-icky,
Fuck on a model, I feel like a new man,
Still got old money, I’m chasin’ them new bands,
Booty so big gotta hold it with two hands,
Know I talk money, I’m speakin’ it fluent,
I got this bitch on her knees & she chewin’,
Ain’t no cappin, I think that she Cuban,
Heard I rap & she see what I’m doin’,
Might just rush her like Vladimir Putin,

Got the juice & I sip, shit A-O, A-OK, 
That’s your boo? Got that bitch on layaway-away,
And the drum got a kick, like some 8-0, 808s, 
I just shoot from the hip, like a fadeaway-away, 
I got the juice & I sip, shit A-O, A-OK, 
That’s your boo? Got that bitch on layaway-away,
And the drum got a kick, like some 8-0, 808s, 
I just shoot from the hip, from the hip,

Hit the spot, gotta relax,
Big packs, serve that shit out the back,
Wrist wet like a flooded Patek,
No diss tracks we just come for they necks,
9th Place where I pay my respect,
9th grade, hit a lick with a TEC, 
9 on me, keep a nigga in check,
999, triple that, triple that,
999, triple that check,
But them 7s on me like a jackpot,
Treat that bitch just like a crack pot,
Break down a bill like a crack rock, 
Grip on that metal, I’m Static Shockin’,
All that forgivin’, I had to stop it,
Nigga try me? It get catastrophic, 
Huh, yeah, 
Only talk money, I’ll teach you the lingo,
My old head still hittin’ like Bingo,
150K, I’m a buy me a safe,
900K, I’m a buy me a Wraithe,
I ‘member I couldn’t find me a date,
Now all these lil’ bitches all in my face,
Like (brppp!) shit, look who callin’ today?
She know I’m ballin’ today,
My lil’ nigga he was fresh off a lick,
He gon’ probably put a rod in your face,
He gon’ need a couple lawyers on pay,
We gon’ need a couple, we gon’ need a couple,
We gon’ need a couple dolls on the way,
Ain’t gotta stress it, I got it,
Ain’t gotta flex if I pop shit,
I got a bundle of options, 

Got the juice & I sip, shit A-O, A-OK, 
That’s your boo? Got that bitch on layaway-away,
And the drum got a kick, like some 8-0, 808s, 
I just shoot from the hip, like a fadeaway-away, 
I got the juice & I sip, shit A-O, A-OK, 
That’s your boo? Got that bitch on layaway-away,
And the drum got a kick, like some 8-0, 808s, 
I just shoot from the hip, from the hip,

Kidd Adamz — A•OK

Written by Kidd Adamz.
Produced by DJ Kore.
Recorded @ A2F Studios.
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Uh-huh, yeah,
Kidd Next Up,

I don’t trust these niggas, I don’t trust these hoes,
I been had the dough, but I need some more,
Pretty bitch, she tryna’ fuck me on the low,
Look into her eyes, I could take her soul,
I just took his bitch, I could take some more,
I just made some bands, I could make some more,
He was rappin’, 40 made ‘em take it slow,
Hollow tips inside, it’s gon’ take ya’ nose,
Young nigga, runnin’ thru these hoes like a finish line,
Brand new coupe, make a bitch wan’ get inside,
Take her for a spin & the crib like paradise,
Pikachu pistol in the whip, leave you paralyzed,
Parallel park new Benz, then I hop out,
If you ain’t talm’ ‘bout bread, what you talm’ ‘bout?
Make one call nigga, I’ll bring the packs out,
Bad bitch, walkin’ ‘round the house with her ass out,

I just brought a F&N, 
case these niggas checkin’ in,
My bank account finessinin, 
I can’t do no stressinin’ 
She don’t do no Percocets, 
Hellkat with twin turbo sets,
I can’t stop ‘til my circle set,
Yuh, yuh, huh, huh, 

Hello? 
I got that check on my line,
I don’t want sex, I want mind,
I just got top from a dime,
Yeah, I got that Blanco, that Blan,
She say that shit make her numb,
Watch it get hot like the Sun,
All of these niggas my sons,
She got a split in her tongue, 
I still got top from the hoe though,
We can’t take no IG photos,
My Oye be whippin’ the pollo,
That shit almost got him deported,
She broke a line & she snort it,
When I hit, say she wanna record it,
Fucked her friend, now she wanna report it,
Made that lil’ pussy bust like a 40, 
Niggas know I’m the shit like a toilet,
Way she suck me I might just go spoil her,
Liked my car so I fucked on my spoiler,
I been gettin’ so high, I been rollin’,
Got a plug on my old Motorola,
We gon’ come for yo’ head if you owe us,
Couple bodies gon’ drop by the morning, 
Bet’ not say shit if you see it,
Pushin’ them keys in a Kia,
They cannot fuck with the Kidd,
If I’m not with a hoe, then I stay with the gang,
She wan’ do blow, but I stay with the dank,
Walk out the trap & I race to the bank,
Guess how much I’m makin’ today?

I just brought a F&N, 
case these niggas checkin’ in,
My bank account finessinin, 
I can’t do no stressinin’ 
She don’t do no Percocets, 
Hellkat with twin turbo sets,
I can’t stop ‘til my circle set,
Yuh, yuh, huh, huh, 

Can’t stop ‘til my-, 
You already know what the fuck it is,
I ain’t sayin’ shit,
Uh-huh, uh-huh,
Kidd Next Up,

Kidd Adamz — Bank Accountz

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