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This song is dedicated to someone who inspired me to make this, someone who I'm very blessed is here for me, we recently reconnected and I'm thankful for it a lot.

Lyrics:

You ready? Let’s get it.

Thinking ‘bout all my blessings, life’s strife is just some lessons. Uh, I’ve been, live when I didn’t know how to digest it. The suggestions I wasn’t taking, now I’m making no way for Satan. New day, few may be waitin’. But I’m a keep creating, innovating regardless. How I prove that I move the hardest, when I start this? Be more than an artist. Light my flame and tame and the shame go down, my crown. Is here like wit’ my peers, we all true titles. To me, truly, my crew bring a slew of vitals. I need the thing inside, to ride up on my self. Love no shove my soul, fly like a dove. In full, my health, I neglect. I’m trying to believe in God, much respect. I’d be lying if I didn’t weave how hard it is and shit. But every eve when I sleep deep, next morn’ I peep. Keep it, the innocence, win ya dense vision back. My pain reign, cut like an incision, so wack. Oh yeah, I’m trying new roads. I flew towards, the easy path, no wonder I got shot like that. Blood bath, the crud wrath, my life I tried to take it. Queasy laugh like it a gaffe, but maybe I make it. As a lesson, stop stressin’ and find the narrow one. Life ain’t a straight line, no arrow gun. I’m great, fine, from the sun light. To every thang I bring, dang I done right. Ha, I’m just letting myself loose. I’m getting my wealth spruce, from calmness, not juice. I don’t need to exceed my destined plan, God take my questioned hand, and show me how I can. And will do, until you, put the stand for this down. They gon’ run you on over, now to that I’m sober. No mo’, been so po’, in my head. I dread being dead yet I get poisoned like lead. Noise sin and spread, that I be hearing. I’m wearing toward tearing, nearing the end, my friend. Nah, I can’t stop, a chant pop off. In my spirit, go Anthony, I hear it. Man I see, that scoff they giving me. Huh, but they ain’t gon’ stop my living spree. And I wanna thank, those who when I sank. Was there, cause where I go, fo’ sho’ I draw blank. I’m glad my jaw prank, in terms of what I do. Cause if what I said was true, I’d be dead and through. Constant panic, c’mon, don’t get me stranded! I’m feeling manic, to this where my mechanic. It’s past I overcome, I last and supernova some. Meaning I’m seen in, this never again, when. Then I make up my mind, I’m too kind for you. And I can’t make ya my boo if ya gon’ stew. Up the rumors, some come bad like tumors. I’m dumb sad like late bloomers, but we great consumers. Later on when we don’t cater on and think ‘bout. What we supporting, no short in my brain, simple and plain. My ink out, nah man, I gotta write. Shout out to God, on mortal sod I’m doing lotta right. And now I can see it, wow the man bleed it, how I ran, be it. I don’t need shit, but God and me. It’s odd to see, but I’m turning a new leaf. Learning a new brief, but powerful message. Ya reap what ya sow, I peep it and go. Spread what I read, the giver deliver like expressage. I keep it fo’ sho’, now in my mind that glow.

God Did.

God Did Remix

Lyrics:

Wacky wit’ the mac in this bitch. Ticky Tacky wit’ the hit lit switch. Bitch I’m crackin’ ya whole vertebrae. I got them B’s brackin’, heard of A? He got the shot that get ‘em like it vodka. If I’m happy cause of the sun, am I poppa? Why so sappy? Cause I done did, a bid so proper. But can always escape, use a cape, glad to. Fly away, music help me sky away. Cry away tears and fears for years. My peers been aggravating, hating and dedicating. To mind they fucking self but for me truly shelf. Hah, I like to use that one. Nah, my mic had enough, done. So, yo, Ticky Tacky, Wicky Wacky. On wit’ the mac, c’mon this shit is back and I’m a.

Keep going and keep going, Wacky Mac.
Keep going and keep going, Wacky Mac.
Keep going and keep going, Wacky Mac.
Keep going and keep going, Wacky Mac.

Ya, my mind so slippery. Fall down a slope, no hope, it that trickery. Dipping be me, ya see from the public. Dick in she, no. Stop the allegations bro. Hah, none but one, my own fucking prank. Ya thought I sucked fucked? I’m a virgin top rank. On Jimmy Fallon I was ballin’, wait I never was. This shit is Wacky just like Mac, cause.

Keep going and keep going, Wacky Mac.
Keep going and keep going, Wacky Mac.
Keep going and keep going, Wacky Mac.
Keep going and keep going, Wacky Mac.

Uh, yeah yeah yeah.
Uh, yeah yeah yeah.

Keep going and keep going, Wacky Mac.
Keep going and keep going, Wacky Mac.


I Need You.
I Need You.
I Need You.
I Need You.
I Need You.
I Need You.
I Need You.
I Need You.

Fuck me motha fucka.

Wacky Mac (Prod. Mark Jones & A Hype)

Lyrics:

(A Hype verse)

All I want is devotion, gimme some mo’ of that potion. Lemme just go wit’ the motion, bet we can cross any ocean. Nothing divide us, you bluffing if you think I sink in the drink. Ain’t tossing aside this, thang we got going, she knowing that mink. I’ll buy for her, yeah, I’ll die for her, yeah. We flowing like lovers, just look at the magic we make under covers. So tragic how the media does us, but we so loyal. I’m needing ya boo, you stay true, I love you, no foil. To our plan, life span of me and my wife, can. You get yours? Of course, self love the source. She My Lil Boo, me I ill too, she like my compliments. Diss her and I stomp the sense, in ya brain, feel the pain? Better, cause no better than her, yessir she more. Priceless than cheddar, ice this is sweet but for her she can’t be beat. Nice, us is a couple. I flip the style so wild as to supple. I could keep pile on the child trauma. Or get up, don’t let up cause I’m a. Pursue you boo, I’m Chief like Keef to be truly brief my teeth. Tongue, speak the strung, love language, above any strange dish. You could taste, let’s face, kiss with no haste, embrace. She My Lil Boo, will you, marry me? I carry the, ring wit’ me, best of the diamonds, sing wit’ me, I gets the rhymin’, you gets the my friend. Forever and ever, I love us together. We is so clever, whether, snow or thunder, it no wonder. We got no bummers, I keep it real, peep the feel in the Hummers. Shoutout Summrs.

She My Lil Boo (Feat. Summrs)

Lyrics:

Sauce it up, like we on BBQ. Toss It Up, Makaveli be the tune. Cross It Up, AI be the shoe. Boss It Up the way my team be strewn. I pack a deli, like how I’m getting cabbage. I smack, ya feel me? I’m so mo’ savage. That how it seem, I beam with no challenge. Watch me gleam, hope ya feelings I ain’t damage.

Sauce it up, like we on BBQ. Toss It Up, Makaveli be the tune. Cross It Up, AI be the shoe. Boss It Up the way my team be strewn. I pack a deli, like how I’m getting cabbage. I smack, ya feel me? I’m so mo’ savage. That how it seem, I beam with no challenge. Watch me gleam, hope ya feelings I ain’t damage.

Me and ShoeMan, the new ran. Span of dominance, all up in the prominence. Shoutout NORMAN, we stormin’ the whole block. Give ‘em fair warnin’, we born in full smock. Built to make art, no guilt we take heart. We didn’t jump the gun, no fake start. We didn’t pump to stun, we just go out. Get ya blow out, we safe there no out. We pave a way to save the day. Y’all crave a stay where we play. We have our way wit’ bae, okay? She wanna be wit’ me, ya see it mane? Plain to process, hard to swallow. This thang is nonsense, we ain’t borrow. If she wanna ride wit’ the side of the winning team, we ain’t say no, ya better pray mo’ ya sinning meme.
Yeah yeah, we paid. Nah nah, never strayed. Yeah yeah, we made. Nah nah, never fade. Yeah yeah, we laid. Out the classics, and bitch we own our masters. Snitch bastards ain’t ever getting past us, watch a top notch boss toss this shit faster. Dropping lines like it seeds. Popping nines, there no needs. We could chill, would ill as a unit, but since ya ain’t do it, ya wince when ya blew shit. We got the hot sauce, what ya want. Strut and flaunt, but can’t taunt. Us cause no stress, we not just equal, we making mo’ moves as people. We sho’ proves that there no sequel. We so unique, you peak on a steep hill. We could peak on the bottom of the ocean. You do reek, while we put in motion.

Sauce it up, like we on BBQ. Toss It Up, Makaveli be the tune. Cross It Up, AI be the shoe. Boss It Up the way my team be strewn.

Yeah, uh.

Sauce it up, like we on BBQ. Toss It Up, Makaveli be the tune. Cross It Up, AI be the shoe. Boss It Up the way my team be strewn. I pack a deli, like how I’m getting cabbage. I smack, ya feel me? I’m so mo’ savage. That how it seem, I beam with no challenge. Watch me gleam, hope ya feelings I ain’t damage.

BBQ (Prod. Beat Making Shoe Man)

Lyrics:

(Yokai verse)

Riding this boy We euro stepping Niggas so savage we got no connection We rapping so flawless we looking perfection Yee They call me a crazy sensation Repping like 25 nations Balling Jeremy Sochan Nigga we balling in Soho You know we looking for two hoes Wow Swear I ain’t tripping You know I be saving the ammo Exfoliating my face with some Avon On Poland we cooking insane bro Euro stepping we looking like Dame bro And these niggas they looking so lame bro I’m balling you know where I came from Making noise this how the game goes Hear my voice you know the pain goes Away Nigga be faking the fade away You can hear alll the bullshit they say Euro stepping we looking like Klay bro

(A Hype verse)

414, Jordan Poole. Crossover, boy we rule. You’re a bore, chore in school. I’m a boss, joy and cool. Rhyme I toss, Euro Step. Dirk for the Mavs, thorough rep. You’re Perk on the Cavs, done and slow. I’m a jerk? Hell nah, ho. I’m calling this shit how it is, wow I got a zit and kids. Just kidding bitch, I have none. I’m ridding bids from past sun. Light aight? I was fucking up my mental. Right, but might I switch up my whole full credential. This is a sav’ one, a blast from the sum of balling. I’m smacking that shit from deep like some gum on the wall, never falling. Yum! I am all you want. Handles, no scandals and flaunt. 3 Balls, gee y’all’s, can’t compete, I can’t be beat. I wreck a beat, I check the heat, over cook, drove your look. To lames who play games cause ya don’t believe in my flames. Ah, ha, I’m never ever stopping. Next time you ask what’s popping, you’ll be a fool dropping.

Yah, Real Mark Hype, shout out Yokai, shout out NORMAN.

Euro Steppin' (Feat. Yokai) (Prod. Mark Jones)

Lyrics:

There’s a lot on my mind. Therapy. Yo.

Got a lot on my mind. Yeah yeah, what do I do. Got a shot out this bind. How do I do my thang up out it, who? Gon’ be my favor savior, you. I mean me, I been the only one. Who can get me out of this shit, the lonely one. Lemme just say it, spray it, yeah.

You ever wonder why them white guys throwing signs? Shit, they just tryna feel the culture. But why do I criticize my own race and eyes? Cause I ain’t a fuckin’ vulture. I’m not shy to admit, I’ve had a try to forget, my past mistakes, have them not last when I makes, it, takes it, to another level I revel, I bakes it. To perfection, but neglection of my woes, ain’t healthy, ain’t wealthy, inspection of my foes. Shows I’m my top one, I’m nothing when hip hop done, you bluffing son? No, that’s just how it go. Yo, I got a lot on my mind. Help me Lord get out this bind, if you’d be so kind. Should I go and hinder your own attempt? Just cause a bust was me and I dreamt. Of being where you are? Taking it far, making a bar? Now I’m just venting. This is music, seduce it the way you want. Not to taunt but I got a lot to flaunt and I.

Got a lot on my mind. Yeah yeah, what do I do. Got a shot out this bind. How do I do my thang up out it, who? Gon’ be my favor savior, you. I mean me, I been the only one. Who can get me out of this shit, the lonely one. Lemme just say it, spray it, yeah.

Yeah, Real Mark Hype, that’s the damn thang we doing. He letting me be me, I love him. Shoutout Mark, we out.

A Lot On My Mind (Prod. Mark Jones)

What The Fuck Is This? (Prod. Mark Jones)

Lyrics:

(A Hype verse)

Out here with Reed Kanero, I split ya body wit’ an arrow, I get the shotty o’vo’ DiNero, dispute, this thang mute ya shit, bang bang to boot. Ya feel it? I’m in a, Christmas mood, food for thought as always, y’all prays on my decays, well hell, not today. Ayy, it’s a giving season, we living for a reason. Pssh, these rhymes is so easy, I squeeze the juice I get from it, like Bishop, when my hit plummet, I handle it myself. Yeah, I’ve lost my sanity, yet still I get ill, not the man to be picking on, shoutout Reed, spark up the weed, yeah I ain’t a chicken pawn.

That’s that real shit. Merry fucking Christmas.

Weed Pipe (Feat. Reed Kanero) (Prod. ayesean)

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