Lyrics:

(A Hype verse)

Shout out Hibatchi, to my co worker, shout out Sasha. To my former class mate, shout out Natasha. I got a warmer mass plate of great estate, I create and innovate, no one jerking out my working. I serve entrees like Perkins, on A’s, he be never irking. Ya toxic snot prick like ways, I ain’t do what you says. Shout out Pikmin 4, I really like Oatchi. I’m clickin’ wit’ New Berlin’s finest, Hibatchi to be honest.

New Berlin's Finest (Feat. h1batchi) (Prod. feardorian)

Lyrics:

(A Hype verse)

Just think it about it through this mother fucking angle. Me and T Money funny, but yes we came to mangle. Anybody who do oppose, yes we strangle. Keep it going, peep the showing we doing in plain view. Our aim to, blow and if yo ass ain’t in tune. Oh well, hell wit’ it, we gon’ get it soon. Just think about it, the ink we jotting will sink in, plotting harmony in your brain so calming, see? Sure thang, that what it is, I got the kids, cheering for A Hype, and fuck around with T Money, I may snipe, even at daylight. It’s so cray, right? But he be the homie, aight? No questions needed, the blessings heeded in my direction. Play this while riding I-94 intersection. I may just go find me mo’ of that flexin’, and I ain’t talking working out, stop complexin’. No question, I’m finna grin a big smile, as I purchase this bliss filled FlexSeal, wait a minute … is this gig style? Nah but shout out Phil Swift, me and T Money, got a present that we will gift. Just for you, a sure true real deal thang, it’s the tips on getting grips and how to maintain. Just be you, stop letting trips deceive you. I breathe through my anxiety variety. Fuck society I once felt, then this dunce knelt and prayed. For better days, they was here, I just adjust my gaze. And then the rays shine, but now the random rambling. Is done, this was fun, but time fo’ total T trampling.

New Berlin All Stars (Feat. T-Money Spectro) (Prod. Mark Jones)

Instagram: therealahype
Twitter: therealahype1

New tracks tagged #new berlin