Story of a Dawn 

Hook (1x) 
I don’t do it for the glory 
I do it for my squad
Money can’t change me
We rocking parks
From the bay to south J street
New York’s top dog
DJ Kool Herc, Freddy 
We the new dawns

//Verse 1//
Been a minute since blessed you dog
Catching the martyr
Flew to dubai broke hoes
You got a sponsor 
My money is legit b@tch ni$$a
Don’t even bother 
Hating on the boy bum b@tch 
I’m on the roster 
Eating crab cakes and lemon 
My crews the lobster 
U a Denny plate punk boy
We get them dollars 
May of remixed the track
We make it hotter
Than a day In cali
(2pac) listen DEAR MAMA
I told you I’d be famous
But never put it to use
Til I hoped on YouTube to cut a record than (BOOM)
Stream after a stream 
I cleared a path and who knew
That I’d be like missy someday yellin (ZOOM ZOOM)

Hook (1x)
I don’t do it for the glory 
I do it for my squad
Money can’t change me
We rocking parks
From the bay to south J street
New York’s top dog
DJ Kool Herc, Freddy 
We the new dawns

//Verse 2//
My energy is crazy
Believe me I jumped thru hoops
To be the best in the game
Gotta hit it hard in the booth
For you young a$$ h@es
Today I’m living proof
That my pain is love
Commit dawg and do you
Never apologize 
Just keep going and be you
It’s a shame but ya family gone hate chu’ until you lose
Understand it’s a game
don’t give up or break the rules  
game recognize game 
We stand up (bulletproof)
I count these ones
Count these fives 
Count these singles
Anyway I’m a blow b@tch
I am a Pringle 
Poppin like ya mommas puss
Lets go & mingle 
Eating you h@es like Tyson going mid evil

Hook (2x) 
I don’t do it for the glory 
I do it for my squad
Money can’t change me
We rocking parks
From the bay to south J street
New York’s top dog
DJ Kool Herc, Freddy 
We the new dawns

Copyright © Jan 2021 

Written by: TaRon
Composed: THO Entertainment 
Produced: P.K. (UMG Records)

Let's Get Personal

04/07/2021

💸 Buy on Reverbnation

Story Of A Dawn

The streets paved with gold
Yeah, it’s too late to know
How heavy the game
These boys ain’t foe play 
My team we get bucks 
And ya life really sucks 
Don’t blame it on me
Fans no fake from a G 

//Hook//1x
We give up,
Embrace the street life 
(say what)
Life ain’t all that 
But it’s time to Puff

Might be the shit
This game sort of rough 
Make time to give back 
This beat real as fuck

Blame it on me
We strictly d@ckly 
These h@es made of wood
So it’s all to the good
Til they break in one place 
Now she wearing a neck brace 
Call me a thot
My pockets top notch 

//Hook//1x
We give up,
Embrace the street life 
(say what)
Life ain’t all that 
But it’s time to Puff

Might be the shit
This game sort of rough 
Make time to give back 
This beat real as f@ck

//TaRon Rap Verse//
We all been thru bad days
Sometimes it stays the same
Be-ware I write for youths 
Jamaica we all love you 
can we pray for peace 
My queens all on a leash 
Til we pop them glocks 
Leave body tuck’d in dey sleep 
Love is a easy ass term
But niggas got much to learn
Life is priceless but it’s earned
My bad we on bad terms
(DAMN) is it the man 
Or we stuck in a circle 
Forget the past (let it go)
throw it in a circle 

Copyright © Jan 2021 

Written by: TaRon
Composed: THO Entertainment 
Produced: Stack Bundles

Street Life

Project Hoe (Lyrics)

//Talking//
Yeah..
Project hoe...
No explanation needed...

This sumthin for them strippers in the club
But, I'm actually talking to a special lady...
You know who you are...

//Verse 1//
This goes out to my fellas
Gettin it in
At the club spittin game
Just you and a friend
A chick walk by
She looking kind of fly
But, you don't know the drama
Other guys done tried
If it walk like a duck
Then leave it alone
Broads be shady so you know its on
I'mma call it how i see it
You'se a trick hoe suckin & fuckin for doe
Don't call me no mo'
(Let's back it up)
I get a call bout 5 in the morn'
You crying on dumb shit
Still I get in the car
I pull up, then you say
He left baby I'm straight
Now I gotta write a report (bitch No way)
Dudes listen when I speak
Never trust a chick
specially if she project and churp like (TWEEK TWEEK)
No need for the attitude when you see me
Just act like you don't know me mami
For me it's easy, believe me

//Hook//2x
You'se a project h@e 
On the low
Doing whatever it takes to get the doe
You'se a project h@e

You'se a project H@E H@E H@E

//Verse 2//
No disrespect
But, there's some h@es in this house
When you speak
Take them di@ks out cho mouth
You claiming you hard
Nobody cares Hun
You stupid h@e
My sister see you you're done
You gets no love in the club
Brothers throw their bubb
I can't be mad cus you gettin money
I'm not embarrased for you
But, for your hubby
Boys talk about his bitch
I'm telling you son she gotta d@ck
Do you know what side you wanna choose
And got the nerve to diss dudes
Man shut up
I'mma quit it before I hurt feelings
You might wanna come get me to commit a killin
Never willing to snitch
thats why i held your name trick
Before you talk, read my lips
I gave a fuck bout you from jump street
Bring ya crew homie
Never the less h@e, we can meet

//Hook//2x
You'se a project hoe 
On the low
Doing whatever it takes to get the doe
You'se a project hoe

You'se a project HOE HOE HOE

//Talking//
Don't be mad man
Just be glad I ain't mention ya name
Huh, let's get this money!

Shake it out
(Come on)
Work it out
(Come on)
(Come on)

Shake it out
Work it out
Shake it out
Shake it out
Work it out

Fuckin fireee (Burp)

Copyright © Jan 2016

Written by: TaRon
Composed: Mommas House & THO Enterprises
Produced: Gregory Thomas

Project Hoe

Black Pride  

//Verse 1//
I think it’s funny how you clowns 
choose who’s attractive 
Silly jabs aren’t the half 
Being human is comical  
Spanish kids walk around being racist 
They outta know 
The history of blacks 
being sold is proven though 
time to speak up
The world is crazy 
We moving doe
fist in the air we don’t care 
You don’t hear me doe 
Time to get personal 
mixtape buzzin because I’m the da—
Best in the game
You a lame buy the audible 
Every night it’s the same
Dudes ain’t real they lame
Rather argue bout dumb shit
Me my self we in pain 
Whats worse is the cops
Nation put in a box
Time to take out the trash
This that real hip hop
I write for my brothers 
Yes we fly we got mother’s 
Who’s been dissed for years 
System rig I’m in tears 
Tv spewin the hate 
Shows ain’t they fake
Marriage boot camp puh lease 
Also known as HELL DATE
I can go on and on
Bout corruption is wrong
But cops make it easy
To shoot a nigga we gone
This for Eric Garner
And Michael Brown
Two blacks liven freely 
And they all got shot down 
time to wake up America
The land of the free
Sh@t is a crock of bull 
There’s bigots on tv
Wake up America, NBC
CNN is the pits
Once provoked we all bleed
You will soon see
We’re all the same dude 
Like kids in hoods with no money for food 
Gotta sell crack & trick
This life is full of sh@t
East Harlem my home
Newark can catch a brick
Y’all don’t know my struggles
3 years in a bubble
Parking car in rest stops
Lying to hide my thoughts 
Ashamed to tell the world 
I’m sad living in hell 
Were all the same literally
money can heal the world

//Hook// 2x
If you see what I see
Then you’ll be who I be
Aggressive on the mic
My life wasn’t always easy 
There’s been heavy rumors
And that’s just how it be
We still getting cream 

Worlds full of corruption 
Cops steady killing Queens 
Black pride is the answer
Yet we have no self esteem 
Someone throw in the towel
It ain’t hard to build a Team
We still getting cream 

Written by: TaRon
Composed: THO Enterprises
Produced: Gregory Thomas

Copyright ℗ 2021 THO Enterprises LLC

Black Pride

Too Late (Freestyle)

//Verse 1//
Lost my damn heart
When I moved up north
Dudes faker than gucci furs
I’m calling yo bluff
I ain’t wanna hit the scene
Bitches coffins be rough
Covid ain’t taking me out 
Rihanna hit me I’m Puff 
Flow bang like Michelin
Pink tea cup when I buss
Chef Lawrence my boy
Fuck the talk we get bucks
Free Max when I rap
Dudes is runnin a muck 
Talkin shit on a daily 
My time is precious 
No space for exes
Dramas the only shit y’all got 
While I drive a Lexus 
Next time you diss me
Make sure your filthy 
Snoop said it best bitch
More money I’m guilty
It’s too late to come back home
It’s too late to hate I’m grown 
It’s too late to fuck for a phone 
You hoes are stank (YEAH)
Leave me alone

Written by: TaRon
Composed: THO Enterprises & Sony/ATV Music 
Produced: Gregory Thomas

Copyright ℗ 2022 THO Enterprises LLC

Too Late (Freestyle)

Unconditional Love

I think Imma just (um)
Wing it on this

I won’t quit I swear 
I’ll always stay prepared 
To love you unconditional 
Til Death You Know I’ll 

//Verse 1//
Ain’t it funny how movies
Got us open 
Put my heart in this music 
I’m bought to blow bitch
Switch my words around
And keep it moving 
Never had real love
Thought I was broken
As I move around 
Y’all bitches toxic 
Runnin ya mouth bout me
Gone get you screwed sis
I was dumb in love
But in the end shit
Love is hard to find
We act so foolish (Yeah)

//Hook 1x//
I won’t quit I swear 
always stay prepared 
To love you unconditional 
Til Death You Know I’ll bare
That kind of love is rare
But you know I’ll be there
Don’t ever question our love
(Playboy) forever love is

//Verse 2//
We try to be so tough 
But love is crippling 
In the end real love
Can be your ending
This my word play boy
We getting married 
The boy is mine (Brandy) 
We all been drinking
Drinks can’t hide my feelings
My life is so deep
Work me out daddy
You got that good d
Any one want heat
My pen is Godly 
Best in rap hardly
Y’all hoes is nutty (Man)

//Hook 1x//
I won’t quit I swear 
(Thought I was broken)
always stay prepared 
(Y’all bitches toxic)
To love you unconditional 
(Keep it movin)
Til Death You Know I’ll bare
(But in the end shit)
That kind of love is rare
(Kind of love)

I won’t quit I swear
Always stay prepared

(Ooooh) 

(yeahhh)

Always stay prepared 
(Oh I swear)
To love you unconditional
Til Death You Know I’ll bare
That kind of love is rare
you know I’ll be there
Don’t ever question my love 
forever love is scarce

Written by: TaRon
Composed: THO Enterprises
Produced: Gregory Thomas

Copyright ℗ 2022 THO Enterprises LLC

Unconditional Love

Keep On Grindin' Lyrics


(Talking)
y'all ain't never heard a dude like me spit man (true shit)
this album is dedicated to all the R&B heads...

//Verse 1//
Your love is Magic
Anytime of the day (Relax)
I’m spazzing
Stomach pains of blazing sex
(Imagine) 
Life without me is the worst
(No cappin')
Drama seems to follow you
We flexing (Yeah)
Down the coast, turn left on the boat 
(Just laughing)
Dreams of someday getting cash
(elaborate)
Skeems don’t get me high no more 
(My passion)
Is for this music & making moves

//Hook// 1x
Keep on grinding 
Staying in yo lane
Time to turn the page
Keep on moving on 

Keep, fighting
Never giving up
Time is almost done
Keep on moving on 

 //Verse 2// 
My family’s savage
Christmas gifts and love galore 
(We passing)
Do I ever get em' back 
(Stop laughing)
Love to me has drifted away on a rafter 
wonder why I’m upset 
(Closed Caption, yeah)
Time for me to write my songs
Bring the pad in
Working with the best in rap
(I’m gassin) 
Nobody can write music like me
I’mma bad bitch 
Singing has been rough on me

//Hook// 1x
Keep, grinding 
Staying in yo lane
Time to turn the page
Keep on moving on 

Keep, fighting
Never giving up
Time is almost done
Keep on moving on 

//Break Down//
Keep on grindin' (yeah)
Keep on grindin' yeah

Keep on grindinnn (ohhh)
Keep on grindin' (yeah)
Keep on, keep, keep on grindin' (Ohhh)

Keep, Keep on grindin' (yeah)
Keep on grindin' and, and, and (ahhh)
Keep on grindin' yeah
Keep on, (k-k-keep)

Keep on grindin'

//ENDING//

Written by: Gregory Thomas
Composed: THO Enterprises
Produced: THO Enterprises/Danny Tracks

Copyright ℗ 2023 THO Enterprises LLC

K.O.G (Keep On Grindin)

Cold World

Bottles Poppin

Bottle Poppin

Release Date: SEPT 9TH

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Chiraq

Cunt Musik

Throw Sum Mo

Back to the Haters

Anything (Bonus)

Better Not Fight

Make It Rain

Mean Mug

Release Date: 1/21/21

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The Assassination of Hip Hop

Jurassic (Ft. Geek SQD)

Release Date: 1/1/21

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Grindin (Ft. Tee aka 50/50)

//Verse 1//
(Try again) 
It’s over when it’s over (HOE)
I am the best though 
Flipping through yo stereo 
I gotta lock bro
Run me cash a sea note 
I am a fuckin goat
Been that dude pushin fine whips and wearing a fur coat
fake dudes ain’t gotta thing do with my reign 
Been flippin the game
Wearing big chains 
And driven in a range
stage, pockets and rocks the biggest in my town
Bum bitches can’t stand me cus I spit a round
Give pound to the O gees in the game 
I’m laying it down 
My crown got alil filthy 
But I’m busting it down 
cowards screaming my name 
And running off-stage 
Got em gaspin for air 
I’m the latest rave
(Behave) cus I’m back
So back u having a asthma attack
Whack dudes know the biz 
I’m grabbing a bat
To any of you dweebs
Stop starting beef 
I am a monster 
So hungry you’ll never get the best of ME

//Hook// 1x
Here comes the brand new flava in ya ear
I’m the new flava in ya ear 
We rappin bout them boys from over there
With the fat dick bubble underwear

Here comes the brand new flava in ya ear
Let’s be clear you can’t compare

//Verse 2//
I never understood 
How I’ve been misunderstood 
Bums swear they the best
But they know to knock on wood
What you say u got me beat
I snatch weave and pick up heat 
I ain’t write this rhyme about you but you begging for it bee 
(Come on)
You got me laughing 
Corny ain’t the word
I ain’t steps on shoes
But I’m kickin hoes to the curb
What you say I ain’t popular
What’s yo fuckin problem
Bitch u a bird
It’s written All over ya album
label bogus (Plus)
Been independent for years
Deals piling up while u pay through ya tears
I don’t fear non of you cowards
lying fucking bastards 
Hope you die a slow death
Look at cha life
This is the rapture 
(damn) it’s been that long
You scared then go home
My lyrics be the truth
All you hoes is home alone

//Hook// 1x
Here comes the brand new flava in ya ear
I’m the new flava in ya ear 
We rappin bout them boys from over there
With the fat dick bubble underwear

Here comes the brand new flava in ya ear
Let’s be clear you can’t compare

Lyrics Copyrighted August 2020

F.D.B.U. (Fat Di@k Bubble Underwear)

Filthy Rich

//Verse 1//
Get it dummy
I’m not the bad one
But I’m cockin the gun
Hoes is pressed cus I’m gay
Yo rain is over and done
My lyrics survive bitch
Buzz me I already won
Titled the king of hip hop
Bill-board been
good 2 me son 
It ain’t dudes
that gotta problem
hoes be fuckin aggy
Stiff wigs, powdered puss snortin coke from a baggy
Play me, date me, 
scream-my-name
play w/ me 
watch yo brains spill on front page
New York Times (WHY)
I’m the fuckin baddest
Why should I hide (GUY)?
I’m a fuckin savage
Ring straight sparklin
My wrist is lit up 
You can’t rap hoe
Time to give it up
Once I’m done 
you’ll be thanking me dude
Rude bitches get slapped
Straight off 
yo got damn stoop
Brooklyn is where I play
Harlem is where I lay 
Run ya mouth again 
And see me quick 
to run dis fade

//Verse 2// 
Niggas ain’t shit
But it’s still legit
Name ring bells like they strapped to my wrist 
Fame ain’t the money
but the moneys a HIT
by next year this bitch cut his own checks
Stop playing w/ me
you could never be Tee
Even in yo dreams I’ll still be the KING
rapping ain’t easy but someone’s got to do it
been here for years but never been an influence 
My swag is unstoppable 
Check the billboards 
Ghost writing fed me
You do music I’m still bored 
And the cops still bussin
I’m so annoyed 
how the system is fucked
A-BRAMS the real McCoy 
Yesterday was one thing
but today is different 
Time to switch friends cus
what they doing is stupid 
Shooting dudes down
Fighting in crowds
And got the nerve to call me
Thats why yo car in In-pound 
(BITCHHH)

Lyrics Copyrighted August 2020

Filthy Rich (Ft. Biggie Smalls)

We The Best**

//Hook// 2x
Any place that I be
(WE THE BEST)
Who wears an S around his chest?
(WE THE BEST)
These boys fake. Ya heard!?
(I PISS OFF STEPS)
(TEE-UP-NEXT)

//Verse 1//
Y’all got 20 seconds before u gone (hear my mouth)
bum boys steady gossip-in (leave me out)
y’all so corny that I’m crying (hand me a towel)
I could give a fuck (hoes is bozo the clown)
why act dumb when u can see-me-now
get it punk, you a rat
pull out the CLICK-CLACK-POW
I don’t play with y’all niggas (PED-O-PHILE)
got you gasp-in for air (MAN-DOWN) 
steve u sleaze and it’s lit when ur found
body straight stankin (UNDER-GROUND)
my lyrics got u shook
call the ref ya outta bounds
keep talkin yo shit
I’ll grab LIST to spray ya mouth
anybody wanna hate
I'll point chu out
(be careful) my team will stomp you out
the realest in the game (change routes)
got this shit in a choke hold (ROUGHHOUSE)

//Hook// 2x
Any place that I be
(WE THE BEST)
Who wears an S around his chest?
(WE THE BEST)
These boys fake. Ya heard!?
(I PISS OFF STEPS)
(TEE-UP-NEXT)

Lyrics Copyrighted August 2020

We The Best

King Te (Freestyle)

//Verse 1//
Live from NYC
The King Bee
I’m bubbling like crack playboy (best believe)
Hoes is so pressed these days
You’ll soon see
In all actuality they wanna fuck me
This dude walking around
With some stink ass breath
Fake ass chain
Screwin hoes in they breast 
I heard it before cus these tricks ain’t loyal 
How you make all dis money 
You just startin hoe’n
Dudes got the nerve to even spit my name
Wearing fake chains like they bought it for some fame
Anyways. My styles not the same
Hit my manager if wanna get this cream 
I’m the star
Co-signed by the Queen 
Half of my coins 
You couldn’t hear me if I screamed. 
Bronx is my City bitch nigga
Don’t make a scene
Cus we kill outta towners
Don’t make it a murder scene 

//Hook// 3x
It’s the 
K-I-N-G-T-E (HI)
all my haters
can fuckin die

Uh
Uh,Uh,Uh,Uh

//Verse 2//
You bums
I be talking to you greasy
Believe me
I run New York 
Like Drake did KeKe
I snap on the mic
Like a faggot suckin a squeegee 
Who ever knew Tee
I couldn’t be ME-B 
growing up was nuts
My life was even rough 
So I piled on the make up 
bitches swearing they tough
Switch up the flow 
Rap what I know
These streets is mean
Call me jack & go 
Run me my cash
Make ups out the bag
By the time I’m 29
All u hos gonna b mad
style unorthodox 
You smoke rocks
My life’s not the same 
Youse a thot box
Hoes get outta line
Imma smack you down 
On the D-Train
taking trips str8 outta town 
My name bang hits
Check the wrist 
My flow sound deranged 
Yo shit sound stupid

//Hook// 6x
It’s the 
K-I-N-G-T-E (HI)
all my haters
can fuckin die

Copyright ℗ August 2020

KING TE (Bonus Track)

Boss B@tch (Freestyle)

//Hook// 2x
Berkin bag
6 figures 
What they call me
Hoes mad
Suckin dick from a athlete
I grinds
So high smokin gas b
Boss bitch
Running things
In these damn streets

//Verse 1//
Another hit
We runnin the game (HOE)
Bitches is pressed
I move keys (DOUGH)
Enough of the hate
moving state to state
Going hard in the paint 
This shit ain’t 98’
Stay in yo lane
My mouths full of pain
Looking back on the fame niggas hella lame 
Rappin bout cars 
(Stop it)
U ugly niggas bitter 
These days they makin profit
To the insecure hoes
Never be afraid 2 cop it
Coach purses, Prada bag
bitches steady shoppin
HATE ME
I’m on ya neck
hoes steady bobbin
in the studio stalkin Tee
My click the mob (AND)
Flow kill careers  
dudes steady calling
Wanna hit bitch
Suck my dick and swallow Robin 
A-MIL sittin on the track
Girl keep it poppin
Ask my ex who run the game 
boys steady jockin 

//Hook// 2x
Berkin bag
6 figures 
What they call me
Hoes mad
Suckin dick from a athlete
I grinds
So high smokin gas b
Boss bitch
Running things
In these damn streets

//Verse 2//
The media’s fuckin dumb
I bust my gun
To all u clown niggas
I’m number one
Too fly to break bread
I’m throwing out crumbs
To pigeon ass hoes
Tee has just begun
Yo team cripples the game
Best of luck
My flow shittin on dudes
(Bitch) I am that hoe
Y’all boys counted me out
when I slept on FLO
now you want a co-sign
I’m shuttin the DOE
(Please) don’t think I’m weak 
Cus I dress so mean
Giuseppes on my feet
My frame is thick but lean 
Corny dudes wanna follow
But I’m blocking ya team
Flow bang like corsets 
Bitches poppin they spleens 
I’m nice but I’m tough
Don’t come for my team
Any dudes wanna battle 
My fee is 5 G’s
Understand I’m a beast
We gets the MUH-NEY
(YA-HEARD) I’m a killer
Shout out to FIF-TY

//Hook// 2x
Berkin bag
6 figures 
What they call me
Hoes mad
Suckin dick from a athlete
I grinds
So high smokin gas b
Boss bitch
Running things
In these damn streets

Lyrics Copyrighted August 2020

Boss B@tch

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