The Family Business

by Kinfoke

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The Family Business is Kinfoke's second full length release as a duo. Blending jazzy riffs, heavy bass driven loops, and an effortless combination of the laid back, Houston rap style and the midwest double-time flow, this album is a nostalgic step back into an era when you loved hip hop.

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released January 10, 2014

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Kinfoke Atlanta, Georgia

Kinfoke is the break out duo featuring cousins Collin Gibson and Terrell “Strap” Gilstrap. They have come together to create a sound reminiscent of the golden days of hip hop. With a sound that blends the quick-time flow of Bone Thugs in Harmony with the top-back, slab riding vibe of UGK and the emotional soul and wisdom of Outkast, these two are the reincarnation of real hip hop. ... more

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Track Name: Dark Liquor feat Keri J
Dark Liquor feat Keri J

BRIDGE:

Pour a glass for a nigga X4
Pack a bowl for a nigga X4

STRAP:

Give you a penny for your thoughts
Ten cents you a dime
But not a damn dollar
You feeling my state of mind
Me and cuz getting paper at the same damn time
But never mind
We just some niggas that’s on the grind
Like I'm Farrakhan
They listen to me hard
Aint no referees gone whistle when I ball
I came for the war
Let’s get raw
Might be on that lean but I aint gone fall
Folk know Strap thugging
Criminal presidential
I be trying to keep it calm
So there’s liquor in my temple
Yea I talk real slick
But on pussy I aint slipping
Don’t talk bout it baby
You aint bout that living
Bo we get it in
It all depends on how we feeling
Turn it up a notch yelling
Strap gone kill em
The mission is to get it bigger
Than we ever pictured
So I’m fingering this money
Never stunting on a chicken

COLLIN:

To my niggas that’s banging out with the kickers in the back
Of the trunk, let it beat
For every nigga laying in the cemetery
Blast of the gun, heavenly father bless
Cuz whether we martyrs
Depends on a memory
Broken hearts on a winter's eve
Pray to God, when it’s getting hard
Let me harness the energy
Of the downtrodden to bond with the inner me
Sweaty palms on the bars of the enemy
Dreaming of sunny palms on a beach
But a dog on a leash couldn’t reach
Green in my eyes, if I’m high then it’s all in the keef
And we killing it baby Casey Anthony
Amityville if you think it’s a game actually
That’s when they give you the feeling that you been asking for
That’s family family, that’s Kinfoke

BRIDGE

When the world feeling cold to the bone nigga we pour up
Take it all to the dome and we float away
When it seems like it’s all in a dream nigga we tore up
Put a bowl in the air let it blow away

CHORUS

In dark places dark faces see reflections
Daytime dark skies black sun shine your light
Dark liquor take me away
Track Name: Supposed to Fly feat CC LaFlor, Sidestreet Ked, and Cool Breeze
Supposed to Fly feat CC LaFlor, Sidestreet Ked, and Cool Breeze

CHORUS:

I got a car full of bitches when I roll up
Jar full of killer girl lets blow up
Cuz we supposed to fly supposed to fly

I got a bottle full of liquor and a blunt right
Ride with a nigga till the sunlight
Cuz we supposed to fly, supposed to fly


STRAP:

Baby tell me how you feel and you can keep it G
Maybe later you’ll indulge in these memories
You already know I’m a player what’s it finna be
We about to make this hit or you can up and leave
I don’t want the slutty type I wanna see you tease
That just gives me motivation while up in the sheets
You feeling the stimulation I can see your heat
I’m feeling you aint never been put to sleep
Its ok, I’ll be gone in the morning fore you wake
And you can tell your friends it was cray all day
And you can bring friends for my friends all day
And we can do grown folks stuff parle
And you can tell from the swag I done got around
Girl I’m closer to the floor so I put it down
I’ll be your little secret till you make a sound
You’ll be thinking bout me from now till I’m back around

CC LAFLOR:

You say you wanna fly
I say how high
The sky can be the limit if you play it right
Cuz I got something I want to give to you
You got potential I believe so
I think a chance with you would be beautiful
Just let me know what you wanna do

SIDESTREET KED:

Pop star started
Young teen heart throb
Girl like red light
Face like boy stop
Body like man up
Got me going crazy on that lady like a damn nut
Catch her on a layover
Like
Still jet lagging
Still trying to stay up
Fall asleep in the sky
In Dubai we gone wake up
Vaping on the sass bumping wax with Jamaica
Baby we can travel to the edge of the galaxy
We can see the stars from the edge of the sandy beach
You and me were more than a fascination
Rising like elevators
Rising and elevating

COOL BREEZE:

Up early in the morning up in Regency Park
We bout to get this thing crunk before it gets dark
I got 15 sacks, 2 fresh O's
15 sacks and 2 O's gone get sold
Bout 5 of them dimes of that mid gone get blowed
By the time I shut it down, my pockets gone be on swole
Imma take me a ride past the Marta station
And scoop a little something from the central station
Yea

COLLIN:

She love the way that music go
She tell me I am not the usual
Little do she know
That the kid been known to use a hoe
Who am I kidding
I could never act like you's a hoe
Baby you special
I got this vacancy
Right up here with me
Take a seat
We can blaze that green
Let me make a beat
You my drum you my drum
You my air you my blood
I can’t make love by myself
When I call you always come
Taught me how to open up
I taught you how to hold my gun
So if I let down my defenses
I know I won’t be defenseless
See that’s how it posed to was
But most times it really wasn’t though
Used to bust and leave
No wonder why these bitches come and go
Didn’t have no luxuries
We was not no Huxtables
Met me I was broke but she could tell I had that hustle though
And faith without works is like a blunt without pine
That’s why I fuck with my bitch
Cuz she fuck with my grind
Track Name: Wood Grain
Wood Grain

CHORUS:

Doing a hundred while I’m bending corners
I get to smoking it go marijuana
If I like it then I’m bout to own it
That boss life take you where you wanna
Green speaks buddy that’s that loud aroma
Hennessey Ciroc chase it with Corona
Type of life I live will put you in a coma
Mary Jane say she bringing marijuana

COLLIN:

Rollin down that window slow
Bout to blow that indo with my bitch
Gotta get back to the hood quick cuz I love to do hood shit with my friends
I don’t really got a lot of them no way
So at the end of day fuck what a hater say
You trying to block my shot but Imma fade away
And get buckets
Kinda like Mel Gibson and Danny Glover
Strictly for the Caddy lovers
And never the nut hugging punk motherfuckers
Got my soul and they can’t beat that
Till I reach my goal then I can’t relax
Till I reach these young kids grow up in the slums just wonder why
God had to make me black
But it made you strong and it made you wise
Been too long so I can’t quit now
Say I been to wrong so I can’t get right
Been through the dark gotta make shit light
Space ship tight that’s a real good look
Stimulate your mind like a real good book
I’m a real hood nigga with a real big plan
That’s a real big problem
Mmm Mmm Mmm
Mmm Mmm Mmm that’s a four course meal
In a world so fake how they go so real
From the land of the So So Def to the west coast
Got a chest cold, bet I flow so Ill

STRAP:

I aint no referee so I can’t call it
I brought the party please accept my offer
I come once in a lifetime that aint often
Pull up in a coffin and I’m still gone boss it
The way I’m feeling right above awesome
My roof missing I aint stressing chalk it up to losses
How you talking like a major when you minor flossing
Every time my phone rings its paper calling
I’m a two stepping Henny sipping Ciroc pouring 40 ounce drinking country ass nigga
Hustled my whole life
Doing wrong to get right
My big bro taught me give my youngins knowledge every night
They see me rolling dolo but Lil Bruh right by my side
Some be saying Strap is cold
Some be saying Strap is fire
You trying to get in lets ride
And we aint gone waste no time
I don’t do this to shine
God gave your boy the job
Track Name: Low Down
Low Down

STRAP:

All because of Biggie these niggas ready to die
Saying they hold water but bubble on top of fire
Chicken grease on my tires my nigga I’m bout to slide
Killing is on my mind because I gotta survive
Knowing it’s an all-in we can’t be taking our time
You see me at the front so what you think I define
Raised around cons yea folk that’s on my mom
So on the G Imma be the nigga to throw the bomb
Got a 1911 the hammer I call it Thor
What the hells a battle when we been winning the war
Everything he say in punch lines of course
Punch lines and more punch minds and more
Its 33 degree I make it to 34
When it aint about the money the records mean more
Wrecking C4 sitting on top of a V12
Bomb shell blond just looking for meat sales
If she aint fail shell fall on her feet yea
It’s about the money never mind the details

CHORUS:

Now we out here looking for the pot of gold
Rolling through these shitty ass streets
Hoping that we hit the end of a rainbow
Knowing that these hoes get loose for a little bit of nothing
And these niggas flip a dime if they know the boys coming
But we can’t lay low so you better lay down
Ha Ha

COLLIN:
Got money in my flow so I take it personally nigga
When it come to these stingers I’m the person to be nigga
When you tucked off in your bed we the people that be getting it
If you aint a real nigga would it hurt you to be nigga
See if you proud of concealing the truth you just gotta listen
That shit he spouting when he in the booth is not what he living
So if he proud of concealing the truth you just gotta listen
Hell iffy product can seal in the truth you just got a lesson
The illustrator
Wall street the illest trader
We all street the illest tre to release a hater soul
Illest tree to release the vapor slow
We deep in paper never thought that we would see a major show
But C’s major so even with C’s he majored in C Majors
And anyone that delay us gets these razors capiche haters
You niggas blind
Teachers you’ll never see grader
You need a Snicker my nigga you fucking up my vibe
Track Name: Obama Smoke
Obama Smoke

STRAP:

Folk
This that foot prints in the sand
I’m a mountain moving man, got some problems that Collin couldn’t understand
Cuz I stand under levels of average niggas who friend
Friends cant pencil in where fam is in the pit
My kin said move that shit folk
I’m with it we aint no north niggas that move down south
To say we…. Down south but niggas up north be like
Ay yo yall boys keep me cooling out
I feel you
I swear I understand chicks with dick in the mouth
Better than these niggas saying there’s air beneath they wings
Fly
Yall niggas lie, I hope you die
Real talk, that’s the realest shit you heard since real talk
The mice up in the field Unc Will said hawk
I was born a troubled nigga my switch on off
Therefore I plead the sixth they want me in court
While the Spaulding twists
Get that

CHORUS:

Its only one round one life to live
One time I hit one time you miss
One for the road one way to live
One light the spliff one drank the fifth

If it don’t stank then it aint the shit
If it don’t play let it ride the bench
If it don’t stank then it aint the shit

COLLIN:

If it aint authentic I aint convinced
Been through this often
Awful told me I would make it big
That’s awful kind of him
Considering often I’ve offered myself up to the altar
I’ve altered egos but it’s all to the good
I’m an author
Self-published
You niggas peddle garbage
I promised I’d never sell rubbish
Hella smart nigga that’s still thuggish
You snails sluggish
You slow to flow
I impale buckets that’s overflow
Take me bet you overdose
Solemn souls long for condolence knowing they sold their souls
You should have thought about it
Fore you pawned it off
Now all you got is fading memories of all you ever thought
Never bothered saving them receipts for all you ever bought
Never lost until you lost your life
Never realized that you never would last
Till every last one of the racers lapped you twice
And by that time it’s too late
To retie your shoelace
And since you late
You choose to retire
Now who real, cuz you fake
Track Name: Halfway to Vegas
Halfway to Vegas

COLLIN

We the best rappers out right now and you don’t even know it
Talking bout stacks and you don’t even blow it
Talking bout hoods that you don’t even go in
Nigga I aint Bankhead I aint College Grove
I don’t rep shit but that Mil Town
And yall shitted on me
I’m still the homie
I left yall but I’m still down
I’m thoroughbred so I run the track
Make niggas listen like run it back
Cuz I talk good and I’m light skinned niggas don’t believe that I’m from the trap
Ask Lil Vic ask Nino ask Mook Cheesy cuz he know
Yall talking money yall walking funny
Yall scared to go where we go
All I need bo is my chief hoe and my green flow and my one mic
No free throws no cheat codes I’m living off of this one life
See the beef is kobeashi
And when the punches fly the dot your eye
Put a ring on it you niggas so Beyonce
Smoking on that Blue Ivy
Sometimes I feel like I’m a nobody with two bodies
On one hand I’m a family man I work hard I pay the bills
On the other hand I’m a super star
But I can’t shine if I can’t live

CHORUS

Rollin like I’m popping pills
Whole lot of dollar bills
What if your best just wasn’t good enough
You can imagine how my momma feels
I’m halfway to Las Vegas
I don’t know when I’m coming home

I gave my all but it wasn’t enough
Just when I gave enough they wanted it all


STRAP

Been deep in this dope game but only my fam know
Been feeling some type of way but I don’t ever show it
I got a thing for running red lights I keep focused
Aint no stopping me on green buddy I keep rolling
I aint got no grip on life but I keep holding
I think it’s about that time for me to be sober
Can’t keep going through this life saying I’ll do it over
Or I’ll do it better the next time
When the first time was the last time and the last time was the first time
I had a chance to live life
They say my eyes bigger than my stomach but I ate my whole plate
Bout to fill it up again
Lil Bruh said gone win
Mess with Kinfoke how bout you not and say you did
Bitch I’m 522 I aint a blood nor a crip
Got a AR on my side 45 on my hip
I’m just hunting down the devil cuz he trying to make me slip on my way
Track Name: Get Lit
Get Lit

STRAP

Above average that’s my style
You can’t copy my profile
I’m switching what you remember while powered by the forgiver
I done had too many hiccups
I’m not your daddy get pent up
Pipe down while I hit ya feel it all in your liver
My swagger funkadelic I edumacate the best
As you aching to learn my lessons
Scratching at my intelligence
Throne I be on my body alcohol zone
I’m just handling my business yall just want to be known
At a table full of aces card, bottles, and my players
Can’t touch the high I’m on God put me in this zone
I’m just being greedy now but give back when I’m gone
I’m inhaling all the blessings I promise your death is destined

CHORUS

In my zone I’m so fly I’m so high I just glide
Nigga get lit get up off my dick


COLLIN

Click clack
You aint know Strap keeps one in the chamber
And it aint no bees around this bitch so fuck that buzzing I’m famous
I don’t give a fuck what you claiming
Got a claymore lodged in the brain I’m saying
I got a pocket full of Franklins
And I got a rocket you hating
Hold up
I throw so freakin deep
Fuck yea Tony Romo
Overlord on overload my hoes only own open toes
Girl show your freaking feet
Put them sneakers in the closet
Cuz we sexy on my block so you won’t need them socks I promise
I been a problem since I was in the Army
Moved to the A started rocking the party
I don’t pop Molly I dropped out of college
I can’t roll blunts but I puff that Marley
Got one son and that’s my nigga
Just ten months but he keeps getting bigger
And I aint no killer but anybody fuck with him on my momma I swear I’ll kill them
Track Name: 40 and a 5th
40 and a 5th

CHORUS

This that paid your momma rent
This that 40 and a 5th
This that bossing in your whip
This that make the work flip
This that zig zag of that kill
This that bowtie and that bean pie
This Coogie jeans and Levis
Them short skirts from booty high

My goal worth more than diamonds
Forever we bout reclining
They roll wit we because we got it
Them my Kinfoke folk we out here

COLLIN

I washed up with that old spice
Pulled up in that new shit
Niggas jocking my old hoes
Introducing my new bitch
I'm too legit with that brewers shit
No slave, New whip
I go for days, go for broke
I go with cake, like cool whip
Cuz my music is, ludicrous
And smoke dumb blunts to make stupid hits
I play spades bet a nigga can't neuter this
I gets payed cuz a nigga ain't new to this
Swisher rotation, plus liquor no chaser,
Got me feeling bodacious
Bout to fuck up this system that got niggas
Feeding they children and living on minimal wages
.... fuck em though..
New car parked outside the bungalow
2 hoes in the bedroom champing
1st one get naked it's cracking
What's hannin
Put a bowl in the air for the fam that's dead and gone
Bad broad in back of the car put that
New birth in her that Eddie Long
Stroking on em...
Top of the world I so belong there
Every night like a blur so when niggas start hating
No wonder why I really can't focus on em
Flat line beats when the folk is on it
Pack my heat don't roll up on me
Rep my streets I'm from Milwaukee
Punk nigga get the fuck up off me..

STRAP

I’m popping up through your ceiling on top of the world I’m chilling
Round devils demons and killers who shaming this Earth from living
Tatted up flag down middle finger up to everybody
Talking bout God we be acting like we heard about him
We aint never seen him so we aint really worried bout him
While my folk say that they’ll sell their soul cuz they aint worried about it
Feeling like I fell off when my past life was ended
Like happiness is something that you only find in pictures
The danger in my anger is much more vivid
My glass was half full now its flowing over limits
Death is a lesson I’m killing why would I lecture bout dealing
Folk I’m in need of more feeling simply I need some more healing
World been turning on my nigga bout like every sixty seconds
So my only choice is flexing lord know I’m being tested
A thug I was born me
… Old me
Regardless Imma be me
Make everything all me nigga
Track Name: Rollin
Rollin

COLLIN

Light that candle light that indo light that incense let it spark
Like that candle I don’t burn out like that incense when its dark
I like that Fantom like that Magnum like that cougar not no cars
If you can fathom what I been through you can see how Audemars is not the issue
When cops is killing niggas over fiction
When that fitted that you rocking got you fitting the description
Or that hoodie man
How that hoodie make you infamous
I do this for my hood that’s if my hood is even listening
I drink that holy water no that water not for christening
I’m saying that we good but even good don’t equal innocence
The question is how effortless is living mediocrity
I never been a scholar why you compare me to Socrates
I solemnly swear to tell the truth and nothing less than that
I swear if there’s a God then where the fuck is all my blessings at
If money isn’t happiness the fuck I’m always stressing that
I drop so many jewels I keep forgetting where I left em at
Jewels like electrical currents courage of Simba’s dad
Proves my election to further pursue this music wasn’t foolish
Nigga I had to do it this is my written path
I take a shot for the shot
Yea we can drink to that

CHORUS

Rolling down my block
Twisting up my drank
Drunker than a motherfucker


STRAP

Say bo I’m a different stroke got a different flow
At least that’s what they say when I spit it like a OG bo that’s how I roll
Motivated by my struggle slice that bread then apply that butter
Let’s hit the top then go further
Got one life boy you can’t get another
Smoking and bumping Bruh I’m bout in my zone
My phone on plane mode just let me roam
This my meditation session me and God talk
Don’t worry about empty hands he packing my thoughts
My memorandum of thug living aint in no vault
The government is a puppet let’s cut they strings off
When blacky do it aint fifty-leven times worse
When whitey do it the criminal bigotry don’t hurt
Controversy sells so we buy into violence
Sick of the rebellion I pray for alliance
Wishing I grew up with Gilligan not on this island
Cuz the world make me mad won’t change I promise
Inflicting verbal pain most don’t like to let me comment
Its freedom in my speech these labels cannot buy this
I don’t need niggas rolling cuz God is a rider
Stay trill really pimping till the day I’m dying Nigga
Track Name: Run Like a Child feat AMMO Ent.
Run Like a Child

STRAP

I aint vote for nothing in bout 20 years
Since people buy belief while you selling fear
For folks that like to reach for what’s never there
I just talk about life and what’s never fair
Folks like to quote my scripture while their sipping beers
Yea she fine but she burn like the lit end
Of a blunt minus mind stimulation
The king is a formality to a prince
See I got intent this could get intense
Lot of folks don’t feel it till they get pinched
Yea I chill for now but I am not fixed
Put my balls on the table

NOBE

Since we in a position to talk to these niggas a minute
With the proposition I’m spitting its far from a gimmick
Opportunities given its obvious that you timid when
Coming across at Olympus I’m bout to kill the game
And everybody could witness I’m sick as bodily fluid
Insulin for the sick bet these bullets will dive into you
Try and dive at them fences you get hit like J Rock from
South Central for stealing the sounds out my fucking temple
And you can get your ass smoked like LA Confidential
And check my background you can run my credentials
It’s plain and simple
Its AMMO entertainment plus Kinfoke
Its trouble what you looking for we in bo

KEYS

We aint gonna shut it down if we disagree
Cuz Obama don’t care if its him or me
We march for history sermons turn into symphonies
Analyzing epiphanies but scared to ask God
Forgive me for my disrespect forgive me for my lies
I’m a G boy my vision 33 with 3 eyes
So I see what they holding in the dark with the light
Bunch of mercenaries blindfolded running for the fight
I knew that Jesse and Al would have some beef with Barack
The moment Martin died they both tried to compete for the spot
Look for lacerations in your arm when you reach for the top
Cuz everyone wants a piece of the pot
I pour out Remy for Reggie but I’m sipping Ciroc
This the part when my heart get heavy and tick like a clock
I’m half man half machine boy I’m built for Jihad
Somebody tell Nicole Simpson the killer arrived
The devil really a rebel with a brilliant disguise
Instead of killing the enemy we give him supplies
They say they handled the truth but accepted the lies
So now it’s on your to move or expect your demise


COLLIN

It's only so many times
You can tell the truth
Before it became a story
High as fuck racing and swerving
Chasing a blaze of glory
See it's all up in the mind
When we wind up like that wine
Just passing time to make it sweeter
We believe in the divine
Hold up..
So we wind down with that wine
When we wind up like that wino
Blame it all on the the vine
Ha-ha
How you gone blame the fruit
For you sipping the juice I'm saying
This truth I'm saying is proof
I should grouped with the greatest
Lose and the shackles waiting
I'm cool wit emancipation
Break fool with them straps ablaze
And them tools get evacuated
They lose it in translation
But I ain't never lost
They hella soft they wanna shine
But they was better off
Switching cuz this illumination
This illuminati
I'm talking family business nigga
This for you is hobby
So stop it
You hobbits... nigga you hiding...
I'm riding... get in this cockpit...
Nigga we flying...
In a lot of ways I'm like will..
Not Smith... my father
We been through it through it all
It only served to make me smarter...
If I'm rambling I beg your pardon
I ain't really sorry though
I write raps like ice caps
You'll never see a harder flow
I breaking science down
To molecular particles
Grabbing my testicles
Yelling I'm ready for the slaughter
See it's all up in my heart like artichokes
And ventricles
These are my articles of independence
Revenge of art of dope
Track Name: The Family Business
The Family Business

STRAP

Strap the only child I did bad all by my damn self
Looking for a father figure drug dealers gave help
Momma I’m so sorry I know I put you through a hell
Every time the streets was calling me I would be right there
I was leaving out her window with Chlamydia
That booty bounced back but literally I’m sick of her
She cheated on me with my nigga bruh
But MOB what I believe so let’s get richer bruh
No matter what you owe me it’s about principle
The first office that I seen was the principal
Since I got tree for my teachers watch how they grade me now
When you got what they need they cannot hold you down
Get my best friend drunk and high
That’s something that I did a bunch of times
That one say she loves me but who am I
Is it belief when you know love is blind
I been drinking and meditating
Smoking and marinating
My discipline is militant got a heart with no fear in it
Emotions trying to feel them still believe I need sense to live
But I’m only feeling life if I’m hustling

BRIDGE

Hit the bootleg get drunk in the air
Every morning money call there I am

Hey

Don’t think about it live it out
Don’t talk about it be about it


COLLIN

I was an awkward little boy
Then I was an awkward little man
Then I realized that I could rap and I put that pad to that pen
Them squiggly lines mean flashback time navigate this montage if you could
Was young in school cuz I skipped two grades cuz my grandma taught me to read that good book
Visual art came before the lyrical part would enter my heart
But even then I would reach for that pen to demonstrate my thoughts
Flashback to the present hope you’re following cuz the world just got much colder
See I didn’t buy my first pistol till I got a little older
Plus I know I got a temper so if I woulda bought that when I was a
Little younger probably woulda put that gun to the temple of your nephew
Or maybe your little brother or some lady’s baby daddy
Either way it’s safe to say I’ve made mistakes but hey who aint imperfect
But imperfections serve as definitions
Some of yall speak on ends for hours but never take the time to listen
I’m saying yall speaking for hours on end you talk about money but then
When it comes to the work instead of grinding you’d rather borrow from your friends
What kind of sin is that If that aint in the good book then it should be
What good is just sitting around smoking your Black and Mild talking bout how it could be
I hope this family business takes care of our seeds
Nigga
Track Name: Heavy Metal feat Keri J
Heavy Metal

CHORUS

Platinum
Gold
Diamond
Stones
Bitch we on

You know we gotta keep that heavy metal
In case we ever run up on the devil
Hello


COLLIN

Who am I
Coolest Guy
Dumb Fresh
Stupid Fly
Not the same you and I
I am plane through the sky
Drop my name you can try
Cock and bang suicide
Po Pimp Do or Die
Fort Knox coup de Tah
I know some niggas envy Collin wanna body me
But try me bet I probably keep a shotty where the potty be
That means I’m never ever slipping even when I’m shitting
Either way the ether spray will eat away your freaking face
One word
Two fingers
One ring
One ringer
Two rappers
One family
Two albums
All bangers
One finger
Two words
Fuck you
Chuck deuce
I’m sucker free you suck for free
You Po Po you gumshoes
I don’t know dude we two strangers
Money one of my two language
My crew dangerous my squad famous
Got 4 bitches they all swingers
Think yall made us then yall mistaken
Yall haters God made us
But if God made and yall hate us
Then you kinda hating on God
Damn



STRAP

522 yea that I be
Butterfly niggas get stung by the bee
I’m a wild dog folk I never had a leash
I’m in church but in the car I got that scripture piece
After the sermon its shirt off I’m on the block
God know I’m a hustler tell him what I’m not
I be pulling out diamonds just to blind the cops
They want license and registration I say call …
Hahaha
Hold on Strap you funny
Look I know I be getting it dirty buddy
But I don’t need your money
Step your game up from paper boy and start spending diamonds
Fuck from round me cuz I do not need your kindness man
You’ll never have no problems
For what platinum gold diamonds
I got a world to change feel me you can stay the same
Keep coming at me cuz I’m winning the game
You can keep the world I been had fame
Your sales pitch aint shit man
I don’t need you to be rich man
Track Name: Hold Up feat Aquiesce
Hold Up

AQUIESCE

I met this girl in July
She like to roll her own blunts and get high
And plus she think a nigga dope yea she feeling my vibe
And on a scale of one to ten yea she’s more than a nine
She’s more like a dime
And if beauty was against the law she broke a crime
She was one of those girls that you call all the time
Yea yea
She was a cool motherfucker she just likes to fuck with me cuz I’m a cool young brother
I’ve never been in love but if this is what love feels like
Then I feel like this the beginning of that good life
Yea yea
I’m like tell me what you want
She like you all that I need
I’m like what the hell you mean
You need food you need water you need clothing you need shelter
She said that don’t really matter long as you and me together
Yea yea
We just caught eye
Then we got a couple swishers and we blew all night

CHORUS

Now we finna roll up roll up roll up
Smoking on them swishers like
Hold up hold up hold up
Got my mind all twisted like
Po Pimp Do or Die
That’s that music you like
Let’s make music you and I
Alright Alright
She got me all in love all in love
Yea she got me all in love

STRAP

I told shorty since day one you gone fuck with me you gotta know the game
Our first date we was at the range pulled out the toys and said lets bang
She leaned forward took aim I looked at her said hot dang
She love the way that that shotty bang she growing fast got cash
Even showed me where she put her stash she ABC
I said girl what’s that all about cash my good girl love being bad
She tried stripping but don’t like the cash rather sell dope and wear ski masks
She straight thugging and I need that see my feelings don’t give feedback
And this the wrong time for you to need that I don’t trust you you can trust that
She love me and I hate that I can’t change Imma stay Strap
It was good times we made stacks but I’ll make another you like dag
You aint gotta chill Imma fall back now gone and give me them glass slippers
The way they fit I aint like that she put the pistol right to my head
I said damn mama it’s like that
She need one more climax
I aint really got no time for that but like the first thing I said
See it’s all about the money
Whattup


COLLIN

I met this bitch around November when I brought that sack round
Straight up put that mack down and knocked her down like timber
Asked her what she liked to listen to she told me Kilo
That love up in her mouth that pussy locked I got the key though
She know how hard the team go we chipped up like casino
She only fuck with me because she know I fuck with Nino
She only rocking C cups Imma give her the D though
She see my empty clip and asked a pimp if she could reload
I said bitch don’t touch my weapon I aint mean to snap at you
But this is who I am and you would probably hate my attitude
I got too many friends no wonder why I haven’t added you
And I don’t need no friends I need a woman that can handle truth
Tell me can you handle that she say she can handle that
Knew she couldn’t but that pussy wetter than a camel back
I write about it now because she rode me like a saddle back
But we had problems seeing eye to eye must be them cataracts
Smoke up

BRIDGE

Hold up hold up hold up
Hold up hold up

Roll up roll up roll up
Roll up roll up

She got me all in love in love in love
In love in love

I be like hold up hold up
Hold up hold up
Track Name: Shook Up The World
Shook Up The World

COLLIN

...
She my all, time, favorite/
And pertaining love making she the all,
time, greatest/
This for all, my, all,
Star, ladies/
When yo man, call, on you like on star
Through hard times/
face it with him
Know they gone try to hit us with hard, lines/
They all, lies, plagiarism they can't see the vision through our, eyes/
Hate to let em tear us apart,
why, dangerous/
Combination you and I
That's why, so many folk in our/
Lives, don't have the fortune
Of being blessed with a woman/
That see the best in her man
When her man at best is an ocean of/
Faults, she give him hope
When every hope had been lost/
Stand right beside him to guide him
Still let him know he the boss/
It never to came throwing blows
When we fought, a lot of yelling though/
But after that I wear body out,
Like a winter coat/
But never for a minute
Don't you think I ain't in it for the long haul/
It's me and you until this world fall...

CHORUS

Come on baby
Let's fuss and fight
Let's break up then make up
And make love all night

They could never understand
What we got girl
But you was ready for this fight and

We shook up the world

In the middle the night baby

Through it all you still be my baby

STRAP

A lot of folk don’t get it luckily we been done got it
See loving you once upon a time was a hobby
Say she really know me now know I love my hobbies
That’s just me saying I love you now let’s get this popping
That cussing and fussing could be some kissing and touching
Motivation for each other to get out here and hustle
Girl I put that my heart that shit mean something
If you aint hearing what I’m saying I don’t mean nothing
I’m trying to be a better man I just provide for my folks
Say she got my back I know how this ride gone go
See that road can be different when you riding dolo
Guarantee its more smiles when you go where I go
Fast forward tape bedroom shake
Going at it like its prom night Ciroc four play
Getting action all night hurt naughty so nice
If we die and come back Imma see baby twice
Track Name: Star
Star

COLLIN

God damn I finally did it
That real life shit god damn I finally get it
Ride down my block you’ll witness Cobb county cops is killers
Ten years I hated my father ten years and I finally forgive him
You trying to live we trying to live up yonder
You trying to get it we trying to get up out it
We been about it been barely living to prepare for riches that’s rightfully ours
Bout time I outshine these outlines
Ill out rhyme you in 60 minutes
You don’t get the message
That’s hour time

STRAP

I was always plotting on how Imma get it
I had to start stopping what I wouldn’t finish
Got around and came around to the life I’m living
God called me I just said yea bo I’m wit it
Grew up where they’ll two chain you forge your signature frame you
Devil saying we dangerous why my folk be so angry
Maybe due to some anguish
Famined to be famous woke up to words I’m saying they playing

CHORUS

My nigga this no dream man I really went to sleep and woke up a star
Cuz this aint a dream man I really can’t believe we go so fucking hard
I hope this is a dream folk I really can’t believe most these niggas soft
My nigga this no dream man I really went to sleep and woke up a star


COLLIN

Nah Nah the streets is hurting
Back and forth to work she catch the bus
Nah Nah The evil lurking
Jackers forcing us to pack the guns
Nah Nah my seed is thirsty
What’s a man to do to stack the funds
Nah Nah just get yo work
And keep yo beeper chirping that’s a must
The math is just not adding up
But after dust comes sunny skies
We packed it up start rapping for
The average Joe who won’t survive
Without somebody that can give him
That emotion that he missing
Something different
Who woulda thought that would listen?


STRAP

Listen listen here bo they been waiting to see
Kinfoke in them drop tops mommas Melody G
Them boys keep it fly but walking it how they speak
They shut the streets down and shut the show down
But we aint come around for that if maybe shit
We need that cash flow bo I’m on my gravy tip
I make a Monday into a Friday quick
If you aint never spoke about it you aint wanna live
For real
Track Name: Raise Your Gun
Raise Your Gun

COLLIN

Where was you when that war start
When they was marching the blocks
Wit they dogs out
And they hoses out
Aint no love nigga ain't no roses
Roads is blocked off
Ain't nowhere to go but forward
Ain't no running nowhere to hide
It's no fear inside me no tears to cry
We so near the sky but don't dare to fly
We hold dear to life but so scared to die
Well I already wrote my head stone
So my kids know though I'm dead gone
I survive
Through my legacy I left for you To carry
On the fight
Shouts out to Malcolm Shabazz
his grandson they sent them assassins to get him
I pack guns, we live in the last sun
If this is my last son, I'll give up my
last blood, defending him
cash drugs and women
Distract us from imminent
Pass judgment
Imma just ask Lord, forgive us
If that's cost of living,
I'll grab horns, I dribble and
pass y'all, like Pippen
I can't falter gimme the
game ball, I'm winning
I break alters, see through
fake false, And gimmicks
Till grace calls me into the
gates dog, I'm finna create
God's of men, and we
break laws, cuz niggas that
make laws, commit em
So fuck y'all, I'm kicking my chucks off
And run up in rush, office
cutting his limbs off
Been ducking these pigs off, and on
for like ten strong
But even if life short,
I promise the clips long
Give momma a kiss, just,
in case I don't get home
If it can be broken
know it's a way to rebuild, so,
I fight till my winds gone,
I'll die for they kill me feel me
As god is my witness,
it's time that they witness niggas United while we


STRAP

It’s a false flag for this new world
See the media all about programming
We made AIDS is that weapon testing
Is Babylon what really impressed us
The plan is what the plan is
Move you out and they moving in
Its more our culture not our skin
But the darker colors cant blend in
No gate to my yard I aint fenced in
The hate been based off urban legend
Want eternal but we gotta outlive this
See it aint up in the hood where the evil exist
Looking at a skirt in the church I sin
I couldn’t block those thoughts but he let me up in
How many times of the day any time of the day
And the time is today that I must repent
But we gotta ride that path drive that course
If you gone come don’t come up short
We been sipping on lime man the world aint shit
America the bastard son of a bitch
We tell you what we want and you won’t do shit
You aint gone die but you aint gone live
Nuclear bomb in the palm of my fist
High IQ but you don’t know shit
How I be but I know the worlds tricks
Conspiracy a theory but you didn’t comprehend
So get your money stack dividends
Cuz you don’t worry about what the world really is
You aint even know Kinfoke just told you what the world really is
You feeling some type of way