*Skotch Davis / Skida :

I got a feeling bout this feeling

I got a feeling I'ma kill it

I got a million ways to get it I’m a use all of em
Ima keep on thuggin
Ima keep on trucking
Turn my hat to the back
Take it over the top
And did I mention that I’m an architect of this knock?
Yo it’s so hip hop
I might call it KYAMBO
Might Jerry Lee Lewis
That means burn a piano
Might do many things
But yo I’ll never Gravano
Ain’t too many Tony’s.
Yet everybody soprano
Cause everybody singing
La La La La
I …. rock
Tom Ford
Circulate
Pangaia
Wortherspoon
They gon say my head ballooned
I'ma say my minds in bloom
I hit *smokes blunt*
And then I dead fi tune
I did the math and I read the room
I got the gram by ten
Then I could probably get the head by noon
I’m sorry Aj but your daddy is a different groom
A different cloth
If it’s leather then it’s butter soft
Oh but of course



*Dot Demo / Kamacho:

Sick & Tired of take’n bad advice
...
...
Sick & Tired of being , Sick & Tired
Still Can’t Act Right

From pickets signs to picking sides
I kept the fam close

Yea air tight
Them bad vibes raised me

War torn setting’s
Bitch the Battlefield , Made me ...

Back-block rubble
Really had to build , Daily ...

Hand 2 Hands subtle
Got your palm’s all , Shaky ...

Offside ... +
Nina’s On 10
Off Safety
~
Dark-side , politic’s ... -
Still [eer]where you can’t go ... +
Pocket full of meds , Sock full of Bankroll
Same clothes
Same shit! ... Different tax bracket ...
[a]nother Case Cold ... Case Closed
On Me Just In Case ... Gotta Play it Close

Skida:

YATM
Yeah you know how they saying go



*Jae Millz / Millzy:

Momma made a winner when she made me
Harlem Boy
Still it’s doe or die
Word to AZ
Niggas think they sick, well let em’ know I been stage 3
Harlems Hall of Fame is where a nigga gotta place me
Skin still good nah the streets ain’t age me
Cause I don’t chase money
I let the money chase me
Set the blueprint and then I let them niggas trace me
Still ain’t get the credit
But it’s cool at least I’m debt free
With these words Millzy really mean
I walks all over the beat like it’s Billie Jean
I need to chill now I’m showing off
That ain’t no alarm thats just me going off
Think the coupe look crazy now, wait til this top open off
Baby I been hot since Lauryn said he was killing her soft
Lil nigga I could quit and still I’m the boss
Can’t nobody fire me
And Harlem gone retire me
Millzy