1. |
Cheese & Biscuits
02:13
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See in life, you got two things
You got Cheese...and you got the biscuits
See the cheese, everybody wants
But the biscuits (hahaha)
Oh shit
This that new
Ya’ll ain’t ready
Verse
You ain’t gotta front my nigga, fall back
Your Hip - IHOP brag rap is small stacks
Keep mouse traps for you cheesing mall rats
Abbreviated state ass nigga, you all cap
Really unemployed but you swear that you bossing
Run rings round you stunners, Stone Cold Steve Austin
Couldn’t cel-tics if you were hooping for Boston
Couldn’t spread what you spit if you were sneezing and coughing (bless you)
Gazuntite, my raps Pimp Bun tight
When you move the crowd is how you know it’s done right
So many beats mourned it should come with sunlight
Letting God in with nothing but me and one mic
But don’t hate it I’m feeling alleviated
Don’t care if you say I made it, I just love it while I make it
If you really want it God is gonna test your patience
See if you can take it, and then you gotta take it
Still ride the bus, but keep my mind plush
This that Daymond John art made for and by us
Think so far ahead on time’s late to us
Mean flow with a smile that could make your girl blush
What’s up
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2. |
Seashells
03:11
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Verse 1
The mind open
The air broken
Nappy hair conditioned
Left the suntan in the car
But brought Lotion
The brown token
The Black Boy joy
Meets the Permit Patty
At the Cracker Barrel lobby chokin
Asking why dey brought these Black folk in
Well, I was in Wakanda
counting dollas with my mama
When da colonizers brought upon da drama to the jungle
I'm bananas and I'm manic
And I pour a little Daniels
Celebratin' kin declined upon the Titanic
And for ancestors fed into the Atlantic
And all y'all walls building high standards
This is for the Hotlantans
Hot-convos
from politicians funding hot-condos
Keisha Lance Bottomless mimosas
Don't seat you at the table but they want the photos
Wait, I'ma take my pony show
to old town road though
And tell em I'm freshest at the rodeo in all Polo
CHORUS
And the white folks love it when they own beach
So that's why I brought the sand to my own beach
Pour a 'lil liquor for the homies
The homies
The homies
HOOK
And that's why I'm selling
Seashells by the Southside til I die
Seashells by the Eastside til I die
Seashells by the Westside til I die
Seashells by the Seaside till I die
Selling
Seashells by the Southside til I die
Seashells by the Eastside til I die
Seashells by the Westside til I die
Seashells by the Seaside till I die
Verse 2
Welcome to the generation
Of gentrification
Where border patrol is now modern day segregation
Mass assassinations from weapons with registrations
And still got the nerve to swear we’re one united nation
The irony to tell me to go back to where I came from
Born a US citizen but treated like I ain’t one
Don’t know my lineage but they can tell I ain’t dumb
Know my history is way richer than just a slave son
My blood is African
A product of greed and human trafficking
For free labor establishing
A country on a land that was stolen
The thought alone is baffling
So these records isn’t all I’m making sure I’m mastering
If never taught you’re not expected to know
Hard to envision if you’ve never seen it before
Can smell your envy from the way you see my melanin glow
Shade me all you want but planted seeds are buried to grow nigga
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3. |
Plus One
02:46
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4. |
If You Want Me To
03:40
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Verse 1
I seen them posts, make me want to get close (uh huh)
Them sexy pics got me like excuse me miss
You kill it, can’t plead the fifth
We could chill and Netflix
After that i’ll lick you cleaner than a southern fried dish
Can tell you’re good for me like asparagus
I can usually be frugal, but I won’t be sparing this
I need every millisecond, minute and hour
So wet we can’t tell if this the bed or this the shower Can
smell the roses, but you are my favorite flower
911, 911 walls falling like them towers
Singing like Ye cause you're feeling so amazing
Heart thumping like we brought the bass in
Sing to me
HOOK
I'll say I won't
I'll say I will
I'll say I'll do
If you want me to
Verse 2
Now I could book the flight for you baby
I could ride to you baby
That's a vibe for me baby
And that's a night for me baby
Tell me try for you baby
I just might for you baby
I'm fighting my foes
invited my soul
And laid it out for you
Like I'm ironing my clothes
The highs and my lows
Cement along my walls all fallen down
No wonder you the one that I chose
HOOK
I'll say I won't
I'll say I will
I'll say I'll do
If you want me to
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6. |
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Verse 1
You don't wanna hold me
Less you hold me here with you
You on one like stuck beside the two
Air pollution's more than we assume
Tensions pressed with us inside the room
And it's hot in here
Emotions nothing's new
I'm too pressed to stress impressing you
We get heated up and kiss the fuze
We ignore the flames to fix the fumes
BRIDGE
But we could dance around it
We could bust a move
But we forget the subject
And we can't call a truce
You need intervention
I need one for you
Like you don't miss a beat
And I end up the bruise
HOOK
And love is always
(Fuck that man)
And love is always
(Fuck that man)
And love is always
(Fuck that man)
But what is always
(Fuck that man)
V2
I don't wanna hold you
I just want you in the room
We like simulating roles and rules
Photoshop the mess before the cues
We need something more to fix the Blues
Maybe we just quick to jump the broom
Not for sure
A sucker for
The love galore
The Cheshire drawer
Just holds what's not behind the closet door
And nothing more
BRIDGE
I suppose we just don't know
What we need, we don't come close
We hide wounds, we seek control
Watch these seasons, let things flow
(CHORUS)
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7. |
Bad Faith
03:06
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Verse 1
I don’t know what to believe in
In the divine or myself
Either way it feels deceiving
Can’t put faith in people cause they all end up leaving
They all come and go, come and go like the seasons
Guess I ain’t really need them, huh
But I want so much love you got to hate it
Take my heart girl operate it
Wear my heart up on my sleeve
But had to clean my act up so many damn times I’m feeling faded
Study the Bible and go to church cause it helps
Then I pray to God for my health
Then I pray to God for my wealth
Commit a sin, feel bad again and start relying on myself
Bad Faith
Chorus
Hard to stay
Hard to leave
Hard to see
Hard for me
To Believe
I'm not alone
(Woah Woah Woah)
Part of me
Need to grow
Need a show
Show me so
So I know
I'm not alone
(Woah woah woah)
I can't do it on my own
Verse 2
I know I mean it when I say I love you
But it’s really hard to stay with all things we’ve been going through (real talk)
I think it’s time for me to fess up
I feel relieved when you leave
That’s probably why I messed up
You stayed down and you stuck around, but guess what
(What’s that?)
We’re like a boat up in the ocean
Deep but going through the motions
Barely coping
Or even know what keeps it going
Won’t jump ship though cause it keeps us floating (yep)
Periscoping got my eyes on you
Going on and on like Erykah Badu about how I play the field
Trust if I did I’d be all american
Probably win the heisman too
But you stayed with me even through the rough times
When I barely could even afford a bus line
I had faith in us not because I need it or believe it
More so cause it’s convenient
Bad Faith
Chorus
Hard to stay
Hard to leave
Hard to see
Hard for me
To Believe
I'm not alone
(Woah Woah Woah)
Part of me
Need to grow
Need a show
Show me so
So I know
I'm not alone
(Woah woah woah)
I can't do it on my own
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8. |
Handful
03:20
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Verse 1
Point to who’s feeling blessed man that’s me
Half broke, short, smart and nappy
Still through it all I’m feeling happy
Live like I just finished from napping
That means got damn I’m woke
That means I still I got hope
Give up I bet won’t
Smile for my leisure, overachiever
Wife is a keeper
Never been a chiefer
While they on lean like the tower of Pisa
Never take a breather
From our phone swiping, swiping, swipe like a Visa
Rather make a hit you can blast through your speaker
(Running it) might run a hole through my sneakers
(Punting it) get your mind wide as receivers
(So legit) might need hammer for a feature
Life like chess cause I’m doing my best to protect our queens, that’s word to Onika
Learned more class and how to get past outside of school than ever did from a teacher
Don’t wait up nigga get your weight up
Instead of spending how about you save up
Yeah you made it, but you’re made up
Straight up.
BRIDGE
We just reapin what ya sowing
I just came for what you owe me
Reminiscing on the old me
They just want me how they know me
I just move with how I'm growing
I remember momma told me
I remember momma told me
Old me cannot control me
Chorus
I’m improving my life!
Spiritual, physical, mental, financial.
Heard God had a sale on blessings, I’ll take a handful
I’m improving my life!
Spiritual, physical, mental, financial
I don’t hear one word when you try to tell me what I can’t do
I’m improving my life!
Verse 2
Big breaths (ooh-wee)
Say it with my big chest
Never let the head rest
Like I'm sicker than the flu
And I never need the bed rest
Like I'm back from a physical (yeah)
Doctor said I'm at my pinnacle
He say I'm growing so quickly
I flow like a river
I stand on my two
Don't need help from my tippys
Unless it's my piggys
Need multiple revenues
I need my bread and my minerals
came for ya head for the principal
Walking on Alkaline waters as deep as a swimming pool
I don't wanna stroll in ya tennis shoes
I don't need the cynical
I don't wanna rap more subliminals
Said what I said
and I meant when I said
"I'ma do, what I'm finna do"
It's a big cold world
I'm a cold lil girl
But I sweat for my shawty
I'm bigger than body
And hotter than summer
And box office August
Like Angel Had Fallen
I dearly depart 'em
Like it's above me
This chat has been lovely
Proving you dummies
And this is Improvement for Dummies
How God show He love me
(Improving myyyyyy-y-y-y)
Chorus
I’m improving my life!
Spiritual, physical, mental, financial.
Heard God had a sale on blessings, I’ll take a handful
I’m improving my life!
Spiritual, physical, mental, financial
I don’t hear one word when you try to tell me what I can’t do
I’m improving my life!
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9. |
Resilience
03:36
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Intro
I ain’t got time to be stressing
Every failure ain’t nothing but a lesson
While these niggas all second guessing
I’m counting my blessings, salad, and dressing
You know what I’m talking about
So stop worrying about it nigga
Get through that shit
Get through it
Verse 1
Hard Times come around got me stressed out
Feel the heat on my mind like a press out
Oh you see that black people get depressed now
Speaking from the heart you ain’t gotta guess now
Had a lot of stress had to get through that shit
Between a rock and hard place so I threw that bitch
Know the pressure’s on, motivate and use that shit
Music you can live through nigga that’s my niche
I make moves, but I, daaance with it
If you don’t see it then you can’t get it
Gotta have the vision, turn fruit into fruition
I’m already super I don’t need a superstition
(Nah)
I bless these beats
And still pray for you even though I don’t preach
I move my feet, so everyone eats
And brush these haters off like I brush my teeth
Speaking of plaque, I’m bound to get that
But not just a young black nigga trying to rap
On top of get stacks, gift wrap and give back
And let you know if you want it, you can get that
CHORUS
I am the wind
the sun
the breeze
the seas
the trees
the leaves
the bees
you can't hold me
I love the simple things in me
The gifts
The grief
The peace
And things
that God show me
I need the checks direct deposited
Beloved, but honestly
They don't own me
I need to see
to love
to feel the heat
I need the energy
You can't hold me (down)
You can't hold me (down)
You can't hold me (down)
You can't hold me (down)
You can't hold me (down, down)
You can't hold me (down, down)
You can't hold me (down, down)
You can't hold me (down, down)
You can't hold me (down)
Verse 2
I had to get it on my own no lease
What good is money if you don’t have peace
I stay hungry you’ve been looking obese
Looking good on these haters got em like sheesh
Need chiropractic, ain’t no one back this
I got this off hard work and daily practice
Ain’t have no tactics,
A couple friends crossed me they must be Baptist
But even when I die bet they bump my tracklist
I’m on it
My reflection is my only opponent
It’s not what you want, but how bad do you want it
Been a struggle I make it look good don't it
Protect your energy, from the pretend to be’s
Only thing worse than a foe is a frenemy
God’s been sending me, signs in abundance
With Him backing me you can’t front this
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10. |
Retrograde/Patience
02:28
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VERSE 1
If patience is a virtue then I done mastered that shit
Bending over backwards so much I’m doing backflips
I just want to make a living and a couple classics
Some niggas never earn til they turn to ashes
Took a bunch of classes, and even earned my bachelors
Still had a void and ended up unemployed
Wouldn’t be the last time I’m dead broke, dead wrong
Looking for them dead presidents to fill my itchy palms
Took some Big L’s and no one would put me on
But luckily my therapy is spilled into these songs
I honestly do not know where I would be
Without God who’s blessing me, and my creativity
Started as a kid writing little poetry
Now I got enough flow I could go and fill the sea
Moved to the A, never had a plan B
If I do reach my peak that will be a site to see
CHORUS
Someday I'll be
on my own
but that feels okay
Life is conditioning me well
I'm in this
Season where the seasons retrograde
And I never feel right
But wait til I get my
Money right
money right, right
HOOK
La-la-la-la
La la la-la
La la la la
Wait til I get my
Money right
money right, right
VERSE 2
My manage office garbage
I'm breaking my lease
My brother getting robbed with my neph at the rink
I'm skating on some ice
With the skin of my teeth
And barely scraping by like the paste in the sink
The savings low But God's saving places for me
I love you 26 but I gotta grow up
I'm sick of broken promises, ramen in cups
Can't wait for life to move when I'm 'fraid to get up but
OUTRO
Money right
Money right, right
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King Cooley Savant Atlanta, Georgia
King Cooley. Rapper. Art Director.
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