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

WON'T HE DO IT

Conway the Machine, Fabolous & Benny the Butcher - Brooklyn Chop House

Lyrics:

Whipping.
Whipping.
Whipping.
Yo.

Whipping it up like it Miracle.
Whipping it up like it Miracle.
Whipping it up like it Miracle.
Whipping it up like it Miracle.
Whipping it up like it Miracle.
Whipping it up like it Miracle.
Whipping it up like it Miracle.

YAH YAH YAH YAH!

Uh, me and the crew, y’all know how we do. Like Game and Fif’, we claim the Inf’ if ya wanna brew. Up a battle, we got Many Men fo’ sho’, that’ll. Never tattle, we clever with endeavor, rattle. Ya fucking brittle lungs, when we strungs out them thangs. Face a trace, of evil like Devil from them bangs. Yuh, and we stand a fucking giant force. Defiant of course we seem, but hey, what may redeem. Is our power, cause hate or love we great above. Your source, sure force that we puttin’ in. Shuttin in’ your mouth, I suggest ya just zip it. Getting this clear, ya hear? Me and the crew, we rip shit.

Uh, yuh, yuh.

Whipping it up like it Miracle.
Whipping it up like it Miracle.
Whipping it up like it Miracle.
Whipping it up like it Miracle.
Whipping it up like it Miracle.
Whipping it up like it Miracle.
Whipping it up like it Miracle.
Whipping it up like it Miracle.
Whipping it up like it Miracle.
Whipping it up like it Miracle.
Whipping it up like it Miracle.
Whipping it up like it Miracle.
Whipping it up like it Miracle.
Whipping it up like it Miracle.
Whipping it up like it Miracle.

YAH YAH YAH YAH!

Uh, whipping it up like it Miracle.

Yo, whipping it up like it Miracle.

Yeah, A Hype, yeah.

Whipping It Up (Prod. 0lim)

METRO BOOMIN PRESENTS SPIDER-MAN: ACROSS THE SPIDER-VERSE

Metro Boomin, Nas - Nas Morales

self prod

lyrics

I dont know why
I still talk to you
Crosshairs of my vision 
Falling through 
I cant stop you 
if you really want to go
My heart begins to turn
from the mold

moldhearted<3<3<3

Whipping It Up (Prod. 0lim) (Chopped And Screwed)

Lyrics:

(A Hype verse)

Smoke a blunt, to be brunt, I’m a legend. Joke and front, ya shit I’ll shunt off the edge and. Then when you die, don’t cry, don’t ask why. Just know I will bust yo body dry. Tote a coat in case you wanna fire back. Bulletproof, pull a booth magic turn to tragic. When they do this shit for real, ya feel how dire wack. That shit is, ya get this? Pelagic. How I’m swimming in my thoughts, now I’m dimming with my oughts. Not clear what to do and how I got here. I got the hot shit, but how do I just spot it. And not add drama, I’m a sucka for the topic. It’s heat like the tropic, meet me at the top pick, cause I’m number one and if you think a slumber fun. Cool, I’ll be outworking fools, steady ready with the tool silencing ya ghouls. Cap in my rap if taken like I’m fakin’. But I never know how this shit will ever go. So yo, don’t tempt me on empty. I’ll go all out, y’all doubt ‘till a ball ‘bout. Get mad on the court, I’m glad to in short. Kick ass, like Trae with a quick pass. May just flick mass word ya way. Or flip the bird and what ya heard I say. Is for real bitch. A Hype and Frossy. 0lim on the beat. Motha fucka.

Smoke A Blunt (Feat. frossy!) (Prod. 0lim) (Chopped And Screwed)

Lyrics:

Yah. Yah, Yah.

0lim and danilo top level. Patrollin’ the street like I’m Carmelo. I keep the heat in the glock, hello! All of my enemies all devil. They know him be me, A Hype revel. In rollin’ wit’ evil, I’m so yellow. Like the sun, heat it up, ya done shock fellow. My rays beat ya up it the ways of shovel.

Yah. Yah, Yah.
Yah. Yah, Yah.
Yah. Yah, Yah.
Yah. Yah, Yah.

Back up on my, bullshit.
Back up on my, bullshit.
Back up on my, bullshit.
Back up on my, bullshit.
Back up on my, bullshit.
Back up on my, bullshit.
Back up on my, bullshit.
Back up on my, bullshit.

0lim and danilo top level. Patrollin’ the street like I’m Carmelo. I keep the heat in the glock, hello! All of my enemies all devil. They know him be me, A Hype revel. In rollin’ wit’ evil, I’m so yellow. Like the sun, heat it up, ya done shock fellow. My rays beat ya up it the ways of shovel.

Yah. Yah, Yah.
Yah. Yah, Yah.
Yah. Yah, Yah.
Yah. Yah, Yah.

Back up on my, bullshit.
Back up on my, bullshit.
Back up on my, bullshit.
Back up on my, bullshit.
Back up on my, bullshit.
Back up on my, bullshit.
Back up on my, bullshit.
Back up on my, bullshit.

Yah. Yah, Yah.
Yah. Yah, Yah.
Yah. Yah, Yah.
Yah. Yah, Yah.

Carmelo (Prod. 0lim & cop killer) (Chopped And Screwed)

Lyrics:

(A Hype verse)

Yeah, let’s get it on, baby. Bets is on the don, regrets is on, maybe. Fuckin’ wit’ me, it be like Fuckin’ Wit’ D. RIP to X, my next move I do is prove I groove. Uh, I’m in the cut, ya shit is butt. My hit I strut, Judah spew the shit that got. Power in it, it don’t, sour in it. It tower in it, blossom like a flower in it. Toss them, fuckers aside, the ride or die squad. Is here, is this clear? My God. We do this for real, spew his sure ill, gab that fab, this shit so twisted. How we can be listed as threats by my words. But gun sets shooting places and faces ain’t get birds. Them absurds, ban AR-15’s. Wit’ my bar why spar? Cause of the rift scenes.

I’m a stand for what I stand for, for, sure! Yeah!

Let's Get It On (Feat. JUDAH.m4a) (Prod. 0lim) (Chopped And Screwed)

Lyrics:

Back In The Place where there’s crack to the face, the way I’m tracking the case, you would’ve thought I’m on a race. To frame being my aim, to stop the rock game, to pop and shock, how lame, I ain’t living in shame. I’m giving the fame, to those who close to the end. Still ill wit’ the lit skill, I would kill to be so chill. Up top, but stop … they deserve it more. The nerve to floor ya peers behind is bad, let’s rewind a tad. I’m giving the fame, to those who close to the end. Society a fucking bitch, in its variety, a ditch. Dug for a so called thug, the laws made ‘em out. To be seen that way, a gat spray and no doubt. You calling it falling, people evil to the fullest. And it’s the cops who get props for pulling bullets. Fuck that, they wanna kill more poor for sure. Supply the crack so mo’ can suffer, a Ronald Reagan taggin’ kinda style, ain’t a buffer, they work they ass off. To just make a buck, what the fuck, how they amass scoff? Cause of, white lies, I wanna, fight guys. Who be truly spreading the deading hate, I’m reading fate. And those who oppose, they blows I hope is in hell. Where they dwell in jail, never out on bail. Back In The Place of smacking that bass, shit. You wanna rap, you deserve more than dap, that’s it. I gotta in short sport support for more or less. People who need this, cause muh’ fuckin’ greed is. Evil, it get people not feeling right, they killing sight. Could’ve and should’ve, bought that CD, cause see, we. Have the dough yo, and they in mo’ stress. I’m talking walking not knowing if you gon’ rest. Nowhere we go share should be defined by ZIP Code. Yet we sweat depending on the ending, I’m in rip mode. How could this be, a government so free? Shit, it ain’t free, it taint, we! I just wanted to let my thoughts off. Back In The Place where people face them shots off.

Back In The Place (Prod. 0lim) (Chopped And Screwed)

Raised For A Better View

Dimming

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