1. |
Tape Deck (Intro)
01:23
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knees weak he met his chick back in 6th grade.
nike air maxes clean wit the bald fade.
on his bike makin moves jus another day.
but this day he felt strange but couldn’t explain.
hit the park and get blunted wit the local dame.
hit a kick flip and rap til he find a way.
swear he had a whole plan just to make a name.
see his face in lights while he beatin up the stage.
slaps from the homies laughs bring thru the day.
comin from a place driftin to another place.
this is all he got couldn’t see another way.
wrote his first hook and this is what he had to say.
i get hoeesssss.
and money.
in reality he had nothin and dressed bummy.
barely made enough to put beer inside his tummy.
outside the corner store sippin on some sunny.
delighted jus to see the rain fall till it’s muddy.
now he’s headed home to start workin on a project
maybe he’s a star it jus really ain’t his time yet.
roll a couple joints and get started on the process.
that’s progress.
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2. |
Zorro
01:15
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the man behind the mask got the auto tone
left ya sword at home.
speedin like a autobahn.
mask off whip the carriage to the corner store.
bloody mary sip champagne when i hit a score.
life is real fuck fakin it til i make it stick.
im 30 mins late to my death make it quick.
5 mins away from blowing when i spit a 16 that have ya bitch on my fuckin.
breakdown like a wall street takedown.
i see a hater put em all in they place now.
take off when the fakes ones breakdown.
i’m still prayin all my loved ones stay down.
move according.
they call it boring.
but they ain’t got the guts to speak from the soul it got me snoring.
in the studio champagne we still pouring.
on the phone settin up dates talk about tourin
this the life where i’m free not a lie on my teeth gettin high in NY till im lyin on the beach
he da flyest in ya reach.
in my section givin game i ain’t preaching tho.
standin up singin figaro figaro
still da coldest on the mic like the heater broke.
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3. |
Sunday Morning
01:31
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Wake up
at my shorty crib
get head get dressed plot on my next gig.
Fresh smoothie give a kiss to my cutie thank you for doin that.
On my way to hop on the A so I can move it back to my side of things.
Love the finer things.
Like some good smoke and music that defy tha rain.
Gotta find the pain
And heal it up kill it off.
Don’t trip
u might fall.
Why I’m sticking to my calls like I’m bellicheck.
Runnin my race keepin my pace ima find a back door to kick in.
Again and again.
They can’t stop me like I came wit the wind.
Weed crumbs on my kicks.
smokin good put a lotta work in
when I ain’t. Coolin down.
Found a couple jewels on the ground from my stolen crown.
A young king but he underground.
Risin up wit the ashes like a phoenix wit a spoken sound.
No more can’t do
I can do.
Anything I plan to.
Nothin u can cancel.
They put my words up on a mantle.
This sound like movies wit the castles.
Feelin like im dat dude.
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4. |
Ohtani
02:38
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stay wit it dis is discipline pour some liquor out at my christenin.
wearin all black like fuck it we gonna sin again.
still slidin to dat many men.
you showed ya face how u slither in?
im gryffindor niggas is more slytherin
watchin who u call a friend.
one second they love u and then they wanna see it end.
but this is the beginning from the bottom to the tip.
wrote my own verses ima squeeze my own clips.
niggas couldn’t believe it i does my own shit.
not even at the top yet a lil lonely.
never been a phony everything i’m speaking i can really own it.
in the city if it’s bout some money.
otherwise catch me somewhere growin
the operation got a key component.
tryna fly to london.
send a shout to dummy mag yea they always on it.
get some money we don’t need to flaunt it.
(verse 1)
im on this song speakin like it’s jus you and me. true indeed.
cleanin my shoes at ya eulogy.
ya dead when it comes to fuckin wit the team gettin lost in the scene while we build the regeme.
takeover.
nah nigga the wait over.
i’m ova ya shoulder grim reaper thought i told ya.
this is how it ends
this is how it is.
when you turn on the people who woulda did a bid.
for you.
da game fucked when u play to win.
sorrow.
ya feel dum cuz u coulda slid
is what it is.
a true champion
speakin in tones ambient.
weed and dusse philanthropist.
uh.
i’m ona mansion list thinkin bout the the next ten years.
see it clear like jimmy cliff.
hopin out the whip wit the razor in the lip.
put me on the flight and let me get a chance to sit.
i been grindin had to plan a bit.
now we in the same puzzle neva planned to fit.
save a place so my shorty sit.
couldn’t smoke on my worse spliff.
this shit sound like my first kid.
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5. |
From the Sole
01:31
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in the middle of life livin wit focus.
stay down keep grindin they gone notice.
who the sickest nigga no promotion.
i don’t play the part i am the part.
pay attention and you surely notice.
them potholes man i had avoided. bad habits seem to follow closest.
rap shit really did the most for me.
hella trauma but no one had spoke to me.
til i wrote that first verse where it felt like therapy.
to dis day that shit be kinda scaring me.
And without it then who really knows.
mighta ended wit some bad pills and a runny nose.
or a shot where the mental goes.
thank god that i’m witchu tho.
he kept me going like a runnin sole.
this music from the soul.
he kept me going like a runnin sole.
this music from the soul.
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6. |
Brown Gold
01:34
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an old soul astetic of nat cole black shades
the brown skin shine like it’s brown gold.
sweep the crib while i listen to nina simone
busta quick verse get me canceled like frida khalo.
brooklyn bridge for da view wit da picnic feelin legendary like the hick outta french lick.
this my hair never sport a wig rather eat some fish then take a cut of the porky pig.
not from the city this where i live.
florida boy grew up wit sharks had to swim
on my way to the streets again now keep pace cuz i’m walkin quick shades under brim.
the black DB cooper
get to payday then i turn up to future.
put it in ya shorty like she just got the booster.
hit her wit that rooster.
hit her wit that luther.
give her back to u like i jus introduced her.
this is life for a nigga on his own shit.
Stay focused getcha paper nigga own shit.
don’t be worried bout ya homies.
cuz if they real trust me you gone feel it.
still got some day ones in the pivot.
still got my mane one she da realest.
this a song for my niggas in the trenches.
stay down keep grindin til you get it.
stay down keep grindin to a million.
stay down keep grindin til you get it.
stay down keep grindin to a million.
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7. |
Otto Knows
01:37
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Stay wit me I needa witness they won’t believe what I did.
the ancestors whisper blessings on my unborn kids.
Work and life balance it out I guess it is what it is.
I love this music so much But I could never do it for chips.
See it was all for the love.
That’s why I’m handin u this.
My heart inside a minute thirty eight seconds to give.
I stay detectin them fibs.
That’s why my food from the soul.
It hit you right in the ribs.
I sabotaged what I know.
All in hopes of some growth.
Backpack and my book be full of some dope ass songs.
Give a dap and I’m gone.
In the thick of the night just a reporter of life.
Watch emotions ignite.
Watch the smoke in the sky.
I stay cheefin a lot.
We be out on the block.
Just to feel the sunlight.
30 minutes enough.
Den I’m back on the grind.
Stay connected wit time.
Squeeze the lime in the light.
Steady focused on mine.
Where it’s at what it is.
Do dis shit for da kids.
So they could strive for a life.
That’s outside of the biz.
That’s outside of the sticks.
feelin safe to exist.
Take the time to exist.
Take ya time and exist.
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8. |
My Own
01:42
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let the horns blow.
let the winds chime.
i’m my own man.
with my own mind.
and my own thoughts.
and my own sign.
had to show my father i could do my own time.
made my own mistakes.
did my own race.
got my own place.
had to be a man.
just to show face.
now everything’s change like summer to the fall that’s a cold case.
i moved trees in my old days.
nowadays ima tree smokin OJ.
hope my moms feelin proud i done put on for myself i done put on for da town.
the unsung wit no tongue to pull out.
the pussy good but i still pull out.
u breakin in then i pull the tool out.
lift a couple people up show em how we get down dis a new day.
catch me divin in a pool in a cool way.
we jus wanna take it back like a 2way.
moma told me knock ‘em out like cool j.
film it all like i’m comin up wit cooday.
college dropout like kanye.
it’s a new day.
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9. |
Journal Entry
01:26
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take in the oxygen leavin bullshit in the wind.
let the the toxic chick go and leave wit her friend i got her lightin my clips but not countin my ends.
i really see it like the back of my hands no claps when i win.
jus some niggas who wanna see me clapped up in the end.
that ain’t no kin don’t call me yo brother if u can smile when i suffer.
i’m really one wit my spirit and we been down wit eachother.
through fist fights.
county nights.
back when i had literally jus my mind and my hands.
i’m on my grind count it by da grands.
couldn’t count on u in the end had to let it end up what it is.
a spade still a spade
no matter the shade.
the weather or the day.
my name is my name.
board a flight and that’s a temporary getaway.
i’m on the way.
to being named one of the greats so they can save my place.
they see my purpose and i swear to help more then i’m hurtin
jus reach out wit respect and i’ll return it.
niggas never think wit purpose.
me and death flirted.
a couple times but i never hit.
as true as it get need some water when i spit feel the flow how it drip down on em.
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10. |
Loose Change
01:24
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i do dis shit cuz i love it.
love is closer to hate if u feel nothin.
hotter den a oven got us cookin up.
stop wastin time now u lookin up wishin u could get them minutes back.
neva had a crack.
u rather give it up.
and judge the runner up atleast he in the race u pussy nigga disgrace.
Cover up ya face rather type it from a distance u gone see me either way.
uh.
san diego what a place.
Walk the beach & peep the seals while im smokin to the face.
Ahsi es la vida (this is life)
So I’m speaking on today i write it down like a journalist this really jus my take.
uh.
make ‘em feel some type of way.
30 minutes until I go on and show em why they pay.
chimicherry with the lambchops or the steak.
salad side on a plate.
Watchin Messi score a goal before I bow and pray.
this my culture splitting down the middle two ways.
Always gotta a plan C like I’m Bruce Wayne.
Gotta keep the bag balanced for the new plays.
Jus some loose change.
speakin truth.
and free ya mind up out the cage.
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Stoney Hoop New York, New York
Stoney Hoop draws on all aspects of his life and experiences to create a rap style that is smooth, melodic and completely his own. Balancing sample based production with heavy southern bass, Hoop maintains a laid-back cadence with distinct production influenced by the likes of OutKast and Curren$y. Hoop holds conviction in the simplest of gestures; always staying true to himself and his music. ... more
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