Murder

In a string of weeks, Hip Hop lost several legends. DMX, Black Rob, and Shock G passed away April 2021. 

Each time was unexpected, and each time hurt just as much as the last. 

I had been thinking about artists and their impact posthumously. It started when I heard ‘I Get Around’ on the radio. I ended up slapping Picture Me Rollin’ during the week. All that was my second inspiration for Slidin’. 

The instrumental was another catalyst. It’s vibes perfect to listen to with the windows down. 

Cue this up around sunset. Even sunrise. Play this record for the late night hype. The chill evening flow. 

I wanted to create a vintage mood. Something nostalgic that feels good like how 2Pac did on a lot of his albums. 

Slidin’ sounds like California. The music is warm. It fills you up. 

On this record my goal is to have you feeling light. I want the lyrics to get you high. 

The marathon continues. Some keep rolling. I’mma keep slidin’.
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Cam One - Slidin’ (Prod. by PK)


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Slidin’

Allergic to that broke shit. Build or destroy.

Naeem Prophet - $lave To A Dollar (Sorry Mama)

DJ Esco - Married To The Game Feat Future [Prod By Southside]

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Lyrics 
Lil momma got a doll face 
Small waste 
Ay
Lil momma gotta doll face
Switch it up
:16
My niggas go get it
You niggas not ready 
We all in in ya kitchen 
Takin your spaghetti 
Don’t let it get messy 
I am no thug 
Or a killer
My nigga 
But please just 
Don’t test me 
Yuh
Wordplay
Circulate 
Streets I be rappin 
I should blow up
I don’t need 
No more practice 
I’m nasty as fuck
I just added some passion
A Passionate dragon 
My flames turn to acid 
Like how? 
I’m a magician 
With words 
You a clown 
But I’m clownin 
On niggas 
While blowin these clouds
I don’t need to 
Blow up bitch
I’ll bust down 
Some pounds 
Pass em to jags 
Dropped outa college 
I’m still good at math
Add my shit up 
Put it all in my hands 
A Hunnid percent 
I need all of my cash
If I don’t have kids
Why she callin me dad

Chorus:
Little momma got a doll face 
Small waste 
A lotta taste 
Ay
Make me contemplate 
She gives me time
Take me to outer space 
We talkin All the way
All the way
Make me contemplate 
She gives me time 
Take me to outer space 
All the way 
Ay 
Lil momma got a doll face 
Small waste 
A lotta taste 
Ay 
Make me contemplate 
She gives me time 
Take me to outer space 
We talkin all the way 
All the way 
Make me contemplate 
She gives me time 
Take me to outer space 
Ay

1:19
She just wana hit my drank
(Drank)
She just wana smoke my weed 
(Weed)
She just wana steal my soul
(Fuck)!
She just wana eat my dreams 

1:27
Lil mama keep on 
Shakin that pumpkin 
Plant my seeds 
I’m bouta 
Make me a munchkin 
She call me papi 
Cause I handle my business 
And blow her back out
Ima keep her comin
That’s a double meaning 
Double back and flip 
A pack to Stevie 
Make it quick I got a date
This evening
Jesus Can you make  
This easy for me 
Switch the flow up
Get the cheese 
Pussy money with the weed 
Concocting creatures 
With the steez 
Go ahead and fuck it up 
I don’t check for any pulse
I just leave the beat deceased 
Davinchi code
We bouta get it crackin
She know I’m a savage
With the mathematics 
Yea She rockin with me 
She about that that action 
Cause Bottom line 
Is she’s a fuckin bad one 
Ayy
Chorus

Time

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Lyrics
:14
Stack it up 
Put that in bundles 
And pack it up 
Tell a wack nigga
Wrap it up
Bitch 
We don’t even know you
Why you mad at us 
•(Ay)
When I take off 
You not catchin up
I promise these niggas 
Not fast enough 
When we hit the stage 
They start Actin up
•
Yea They go  bananas 
We just some animals 
(Hey)
:28
All my niggas wylin 
All my niggas solid 
Might just get obnoxious 
Might get outa pocket 
Might fuck around 
and really get it poppin 
They say they gon do it
But they not bout it 
Pop up 
My prophet 
My stocks up
I got it 
A lot of you 
Can’t rap 
With me 
Lets be honest 
I walk it like I talk it 
I’m really a problem 
Say they gettin to it 
But we really 
Doubt it 

Ay
:43 first verse
Big Micky with 
The the moxi 
Saucy when I’m 
Talkin to my bitches (ay)
Boogie bitches 
Call me cocky 
wallet stocky 
Pockets lookin like I’m gang
•
You not talkin money 
Then why you talkin 
Gotta get the fuck 
Outa my face 
•(subtle laughter)
I’m laughing 
While smokin 
This gas and 
I’m switching a lane 
Stay the fuck out 
My way. 
•(hey hey hey) auto tune hum version 
I’m super cozy 
In them lights 
All I need is them dates 
(Hey hey hey)
If you blockin
My shine 
Then I’ll cut out ya lights 
That’s a case 
(Hey hey hey)
Diamonds dancin 
To this beat when 
I pull up 
Her booty bouncin 
While I’m gettin 
This Gouda 
My eyes super red 
I’m a lion of Judah 
That Buddha 
Pack landed 
That gas is outlandish 
Perfected 
Both sides 
Of supply 
And demand 
•(switch flow)
 Breakin that shit down 
Like I’m hittin my dance 
Lil mama come get this
I need that advance 
Positive ima keep stackin
These bands 
AOK Entertainment 
That’s more than
 A Plan
Open your mind
And quit using 
Your hands 
Make it bounce 
Minus B
Bitch that’s 28gramz 
(Ay)
Stack it up...

Chorus

Pop Up

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Lyrics
Chorus :14
She know what 
The business is
Saucy like I’m jellyfish
You can Hit my celli 
For the medicine 
It’s infinite 
Backwood
Filled with magic shit
•(Ay)
That’s exotic 
Cannabis 
Got you in 
The canopies 
Let you know 
What time it is 
•
Visionary 
Intricate 
Saucy like I’m jellyfish 
We fuck it up 
She make it bounce 
That 16 ounces 
Make it pound 
No funny shit 
Not no fuckin game 
We really runnin shit 
Now Bust it down 
Open up 
Lose yo mind
We goin nuts 
Ay

Verse: :44

I give you 
The business bitch
I’m saucy like 
I’m jellyfish 
The Inside look like 
Peanut butter
Outside got  
No melanin 
She’s delicate 
Im presidential 
With the way I 
Settle shit 
Now listen bitch
I’m tryna make that
Booty bounce like
Gelatin 
•
She picks it up 
I puts it down
If I’m around 
I’ll make it pound (pound)
Cakey with my pockets
I’m exhausted 
I’m in the house 
Still cuttin up 
All we tryna do 
Is run the fuckin town 
Wavey with the words
I push the wave 
These niggas fuckin drown 
If I come around 
We comin up 
I’m Out in public 
With the strut (ah ah)
Beanie chucks 
Get the bucks 
Giddiup
Giddiup 
Will he put it in the bank
Will he put it in the club 
Will he put it in some dank 
Will he put it in a buzz
Will he put it on his wrist 
Will throw it on his momma just cuz 
Prolly all of the above 
He’s the one
Ay

Chorus


Madmanleek

It’s somthin in the water 
Blood on the leafs 
Cream on the inside 
Sauce in the streets 
Mud in the cup 
But I still move mean 
Ice on the wrist 
When the sun down gleam 
Fight for a bitch
That could never be me 
My code switched?
Thatll never be Leek
My dog sicked 
On my best enemies 
Living my word 
Bitch I planted these seeds 
Concrete rose
Four leaf clove 
Niggas so real we don’t need ID
Mobbin in droves 
Hoes no clothes 
Play my song let me roll my weed
I be in the venue givin out steez 
Fuck my bitch just to blow off steam
Stunt like I’m rich
Bitch we like Gs 
I make hits 
Give game for the free 
I go fish for the bag they leave 
Man in the city and the wait on me
Sauce on ten 
Bitch I’m jellyfish free
Walking on water when 
I’m running on beats 
Live above the law
Let em all chase me 
Praying on the fall 
Make the rise so sweet 
Niggas tryna ball so 
They all might see 
Screaming fuck em all
They could never compete

Chorus

Jellyfish (ft. Madmanleek)

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Lyrics
Vegetarian 
I'm all about my spinach 
Most niggas wana talk 
No listen 
I was focused on 
Multiplying my digits
Had to slow it down
And study my division 
My city know me 
Low key 
Really I’m the man 
Make the peanut butter stretch
I ain't ever in a jam
Need the peanut butter guts
In the ice white lamb
And a house for my momma 
Cause I know she wana brag 
Leave a Toe tag 
Bitch I leave a toe tag 
On a beat 
Little nigga didn't know
Don't brag in the streets 
Go HAM in the streets 
Throw jabs in the streets 
All I ever knew 
Is just gas and repeat 
If i ever a struggle 
In my life 
I adapted 
Forgive 
A product of money
And all my passions 
Lifestyle 
Get established 
Then Stack it up and 
Make the motha fucka back flip 
(Backflip. Backflip. Backflip)
Make it massive 
I spit classics 
(Ay) there it is!!
I’m In traffic 
Blowin on the veggies 
Cutting through that bitch
Somethin like machetes
The flow automatic 
I let it go just like a semi 
And I Already told you niggas 
Ain't nothin you can tell me 
I'm fuckin with OGs 
And real niggas 
It's heavy 
Quick to cut a nigga off
If he fuckin up 
With the feti 

Chorus 1:03
Ay it’s still all good 
Ima put a 8th 
In the wood 
I’m straight 
Place ribbons
In the sky 
Been in need of 
Some quality 
Over 
Quantity 
Bitch why the fuck 
You wasting 
My time
Cause I don’t 
Need too much 
Bad bitch
With a few bucks 
Loose change 
For the school bus 
Good food 
Make a clean plate 
Get the cheese cake 
When create 
That’s shit that 
Made her chose up 
Ayyy



1:20
AOK
On the chain
Couple thousand 
On production 
Couple hunnid
On the Bape 
•
Invested in my vision
Push it out a KRK
I’m tryna Level up 
In ways that make 
A average nigga shakey 
If it’s mine 
Then ima take it 
•
Calculated
Creative 
I’m tryna go places 
That these niggas 
Said that I couldn’t 
Never been afraid 
To leave a pussy nigga jaded 
For no reason 
That’s hatin 
Let it go 
Shouldn’t do it 
•
Perfectionist 
With the music 
The money right 
Then Ill move it 
Money flow been lookin stupid 
Cuz all the hunnids been blue 
My Bank acct just look like it’s fluid 
And really 
I just wana take a dip 
But I’m trippin 
Cuz I seem to many niggas 
Get some money 
Then they lose it 
And I don’t wana 
Do that 
But I’m just tryna 
Pop up in the city
This a news flash 
Got my base down 
Now I’m really bouta move fast
Niggas in my lane 
I switch it up
And then I move past
•
I’m really him boy I do that
She wana know what the time is
Finer things 
With a light twist 
Light veggies 
With the tri tip 
She like a diamond
When the light hit 
Quality When I mic spit 
I achieve what they might hit 
More than a dream 
When it’s righteous 
Be a king with the drive 
High beam in the night 
Times 3
Take the beat 
Leave it lifeless
Bitch I’m still all good 

Chorus

Qualitty

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Lyrics 
On some different shit 
Like nigga what you mean 
I got a million ways to make 
A dollar 
Baby fuck a dream 
•
My reality been dope
I’ll put you on a couple things 
Future colorful
It look like
Coral reef
•
Smokin venasaur 
Flow hot 
Solar beam 
Blast off 
Money comin in
Because a nigga 
Work his ass off 
Couple thousand 
Dollars on the phone 
That’s a cash call 
I’m tryna run it up
Hatin niggas 
Kick asphalt 
I been on my grind 
For like a minute 
Girl you couldn’t understand 
Know When you lookin 
At me baby girl 
You lookin at the man 
Ay 
I’m a bathing ape 
With the sauce 
Reef shark 
Ima eat 
Fuck you thought?
Mannn

Hook
I Been on some different shit
Like nigga what you mean
I got a million ways 
To make a dollar 
Baby fuck a dream
•
My reality been dope
I’ll put you on a couple things 
Yea my future look vibrant 
Like it’s Coral Reef
Kick off my shoes
Cuz I need a break 
Roll up like two
Take them shits 
To the face 
Pull up on em
with the splash 
Lil mama 
How it taste 
Green light 
Hit the gas 
Finna put you 
On a wave 
(Ay ay)

Au.Cain

Cain pacific coast high way wavy? Ya dada mean 
I got some game that I could give but I would charge a fee
Been through hella different cities like I’m tourin or sumn 
Off of them perkies I fasho ignore my phone when it’s buzzin 
why tf I slide to this party can’t even function 
wanna fuck I told her suck it disgusting or I don’t want it 
It’s a play? Put the ball in my hands I’m trynuh run it 
Celebrating every score cause really we came from nothin 
Had to count some people out cause they ain’t keep it a hunnid 
Some situations got heated had some eerie discussions 
Maxed out runnin through this zip until I passed out 
The fast route always seem appealing when you down
They don’t really love you it just sound good 
It feel amazing when I make that outta town joog 
That’s the type of shit that really make my day 
I know a couple ways to go and get us paid

Chorus

Wave (ft. Au.Cain)

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Lyrics
Chronologic 
It just fall in place 
Feelin spacey 
Got a lot on my plate
Money comin 
Off me doin my thang
They claim to be dope 
Nobody feels the same 
•Ayy
Swerve in my lane 
I never switched up
Bitch I’m stuck in my ways
And if you switched up
There’s no need to explain 
I’m Callin the shots 
Aiming straight 
At your brain 
(Ayy)

Chorus
Bitch I mean well
Double check the details 
Ay
I need everything 
C notes 
V 12s (vrooom)
Bitch I got the gas like that
Spit crack
Never knew 
I’d move dope 
Like that 
Big Mac 
I want all the cheese
Ima get it fast
Click clack
They gon let it bang
Bet she run it back

Verse :38
Everybody get
Yo hands up 
This a stick up
Get that money 
In that bag 
I need all of that 
In cash 
Bring it in by the Gs
Invest it back into the trap
What you niggas know about it
I’m business acclimated 
Kill off procrastination 
All that trash 
That you droppin 
Acidic 
Just know that 
I’m back in the lab 
And I’m back to basics 
Chronologic
It just fall into place 
I’ll level this out
That’s a 7 
I’m smokin 
The best in the city 
That’s definite 
All of the rest 
Of these niggas
Pretend it is 
I can plug 
You into something 
Effective 
My back and bicep
In another dimension 
My Busy body niggas
Get what I’m flexin 
We up to somthin 
Hold it down 
For my section 
(Blessings)

1:09 - Chorus

Run it up
Run it up
You shoulda hit me 
I could help you with somethin 
My sums are lumpy 
Cuz I get that shit done
And I know what it’s like
Livin life off of crumbs 
Bake my own bread up
Treat my city like it’s Mecca 
These niggas think
They bring pressure 
My legacy different 
I’m on a whole different 
Side of the spectrum 
I’m cream of the crop
Boy you second 
Chronologic it just..
Well you know
The way I been movin
I’ll never go broke 
Im clean in the clutch
And a beast with the post
All the profits 
Went up 
When we switched up 
The coast
If we got it 
Then it’s prolly some rope
Swangin this 
Big body Benz
It’s a boat
You should hit me 
We just body
The shows
Then pull up to 
After parties 
Do the most

chorus

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