Vr1 I need to maintain my exact mind frame If I wanna step it up and make it in this game Spitting in Rochester dat hardcore flame Some are kinda lame but most don’t have a name Watch out for dat boy, he might be untamed Sen and Toolow, we dawgs off the chain My boy Va D Box on the beat box it’s insane Then Dr. Dubz is onto dubs for real man Gettin’ your mind right protect ya down Seneca Deep in Rochester people gonna test ya Them crackheads do anything for a dollar Handle it like a man and just pop up your collar All the way from E.R straight down to Clinton Dawgs in they cars is always straight pimpin’ You wanna see a show where the girls ins gettin’ hot Down in Charlotte, it’s packed in the parking lot Original Hook Vr2 Tell me girl, who’s hot and who’s not Now, girl who’s got the flow nonstop Damn, last night you know I hit the spot I guess I’m just one helluva chip off the ol’ block I be shinin’ right here, she be shinin’ over there People can tell we be one helluva pair The kind of couple that’ll make you stop and stare I wanna make you my lady you’re more then just fair We dress in red & black no combo better then that And for a fact who makes the best match Like the bride and groom you gotta make some room Turnin’ heads stoppin’ time that’s how we come thru They know how we roll no, we don’t need no dress code We can take it from the wall to the window We can take it slow or we can get low Let it go, just blow, now they know perfect match yoo!! Original Hook Br Yo Who dat who dat, Toolow Toolow, Com'on Who dat who dat, Toolow Toolow Toolow Toolow Com'on who dat who dat, Toolow Toolow Who dat who dat, Toolow Toolow Vr3 This feels like a win like 2 pairs of Ace's The unfaithful wipe the grin off your faces The late phone calls and the constant touch And that kinda stuff just, never too much Com'on girl I never claimed I was a pimp Money don't buy love I never thought that it did You ride wit me I treat you like a lady Babygirl would you like to be my.... Baby, baby

Vr1 I’m not ready to use the “L” word I’ll just say that I’m crazy absurd Still on my mind are you ready it’s insane Still gotta say you’re so heavy on my brain But I gotta stay so steady with this claim You might think I’m pretty but this I can’t explain Not Mariah Carey, I’m not obsessed If I was I would show up on your door step Don’t believe me, you know there’s map quest Not tryin’ to be a pest let me put that to rest If you gotta rest put your head on my chest You know you’s the best I’ll call you princess What’s this dear like song number 2 That does to show how much I think about you Take it from the bottom we can take it from the floor Eyes to die for, lips to try for Reveal your soul I wanna know your core You can talk to me until my eyes are sore What else can I get at (hmm) with this track I don’t even know let me rack my brain It’s a fact when I talk babygirl it’s insane Words come out don’t even know what I’m saying What I’m sayin I’ll tell you I ain’t playin’ Spill grape juice like I’m tryin’ to leave a stain What am I to do when I’m hear without you Was it really true, I’m sick like the flu I write about you but it’s more then a mood Right about now don’t know how to conclude Simply because of the way that I felt It doesn’t make you another notch on the belt I’m not an ice cube but you can make me melt I gotta be real because it really helps

What’s up girl? Toolow We back at it. HK It was only because you came to me The reason my days shine so brightly It’s only because you came to me The reason my days shine so brightly You came to me You came to me You’re the one that I waited for And I can’t wait anymore I’m the one and I’ve waited My move I’ve already made it So stay here with me You will see that you are my everything Vr1 Let me tell you ‘bout what it started as Innocent request that she wanted to ask It was that day she came to me The reason that things today came to be She asked me “can I borrow your phone” I was like arite go on She took my digits brought it back in a min The very next days she was calling me back with it I was like sorry I am a little bit busy I called her back soon just for her to git with me Ever since then everything been amazing Im serious right now I’m not playin’ For the long run told you I’m stayin’ You gotta be listen to everything I’m saying Patiently waiting for the boy not cheap So sweet he come through and sweep you off your feet HK It was only because you came to me The reason my days shine so brightly You’re the one that I waited for And I can’t wait anymore I’m the one and I’ve waited My move I’ve already made it So stay here with me You will see that I’m your everything You came to me Vr2 Damn man, why love gotta be a mystery Cuz if I never was here, my baby still be missin’ me Know what I mean, these thoughts just be jabbin’ me A dream she fulfill a fantasy Some of ya’ll can’t stand me, I do what I do Never be a fan of me, ya’ll think I’m a foo There’s a love on my side, she makes me stronger than you She makes me feel alive and I gotta show it too Skills on the mic, scale mountains with my might Our grip is so tight, ya that’s what I like Come to me every moment unregrettable Every smile, every kiss, unforgettable You know anyone who can spit it like venom Then get on the mic and put it through the system Listen to ‘em, it comes out with such a rhythm You know anybody less, you gotta get rid of them HK You’re the one that I waited for And I can’t wait anymore I’m the one and I’ve waited My move I’ve already made it So stay here with me You will see that you are my everything You came to me You’re the one that I waited for And I can’t wait anymore I’m the one and I’ve waited My move I’ve already made it So stay here with me You will see that you are my everything

HK X1 Touch it, play it, take it, watch it, turn it, leave it, we don’t need it Write it, mic it, like it, sell it, plaque it, that’s how we format it Vr1 Shit like this, gotta bang in the club I love how you shakin’ that workin’ that love I don’t get it blurred, I don’t fuck no slut Yo peep whatcha heard, man throw your drinks up Shorty feelin’ me, sa she lovin’ my style Now she playin’ in my bed, now she stayin’ a while Sweatin’ me, she be sayin’ work it a while I be game when I’m checkin’ out her body profile The same for the game, I be turnin’ it out I make a funky little rhyme, for audience in the south Make the club jump, people sweatin’ like a pool And we got lines so long, they come by the spool So put it in your trunk, let it bump just a lil’ bit Toolow dot com, bout time, it’s legitimate I got the funk and my style’s the equivalent If it’s not soul, than it’s more than irrelevant HK x2 Touch it, play it, take it, watch it, turn it, leave it, we don’t need it Write it, mic it, like it, sell it, plaque it, that’s how we format it Vr2 I ain’t even tryin’ to fuck with your secular rap Pull it out of your mouth and lay It right in your lap You talkin’ that bullshit blurrin’ the track But Im a clear it up nigga cause the reverend is back To my congregation, hot in the club Throw your hands up baby show me some love You know we smoke herb far from a drug We could party real hard, focus on above I slide through the spots, where the masses spot So I can unwind your mind and untangle your knots You up in the club what’s the reason you stopped in The lock on the drug or the fellowship option Ladies if you feel me throw your hands in the sky And brotherin’ you hear me, time to open your mind To the point that you’re partyin’ feelin’ the vibe No time to stop now, let your spiritual climb HK x2 Touch it, play it, take it, watch it, turn it, leave it, we don’t need it Write it, mic it, like it, sell it, plaque it, that’s how we format it

VR1 Let’s look at the facts baby, want you so bad The best I’ve had yet no best I’ve ever had Com’on doll face lets build something beautiful Nothin’ unnatural can be beautiful like you You walk up to my car, then you, step up in it Take this moment really far we can take it to the limit Take you to a place, where nobody can guess Run away from the earth, a world with no stress Who cares about your hair, you’re just a hot mess Damn what comes next BAM incredible sex I won’t sell ya short boo no, solicitation Tryin’ to behave when we’re takin’ This time and we’re making A baby by me, baby You make me so crazy, not tryin’ to act shady This how I been feeling’ lately it’s ok that you make me, have a … Original Hook VR2 I’ll be your Spider-man if you my Mary Jane I can be your Superman if you my Lois Lane I can be your favorite Marvel comic book hero More butterflies, oh boy, here we go Baby you’re more, then just a fantasy You understand me without takin’ a class wit me Dance wit me, see exactly how glad we be Don’t wanna be a cheerleader then I’m not your jock Sendin’ me text that I always wanna lock Damn butterflies is keep-in me unsteady I feel a little better you used the ‘R’ word already Love is like a beast, locked inside a cage Don’t let it out less you can handle its rage I told you, about you, baby I’m crazed Never letting you go and stayin’ on the same page Original Hook

HK If this too flashy then it ain’t going to last me If you don’t like my fashion you can try to come blast me Keep it on the low, minimum dough, image control Keep it on the low, wherever we roll I don’t brag about money or cars in any bars Or the bitches I fuck, I keep my press on pause Keep it on the low, minimum dough, image control Keep it on the low, wherever we roll VR1 This ain’t about girls lookin like damn ho’s The hip hop fashion or rappers in baggy clothes The lengths you go for a look outta control Image of Augliera or to look like Ms. Knowels The image that all the young girls go for Needs to be abolished and not move forth This ain’t about money Reppin’ ya city or country This ain’t about cars Don’t make me lyrically starve This ain’t about the girls I fucked Keep that info tucked Some of ya’ll just gotta keep it on the low Maintain your flow, ya image and how you roll This about raising the bar and who you are HK If this too flashy then it ain’t going to last me If you don’t like my fashion you can try to come blast me Keep it on the low, minimum dough, image control Keep it on the low, wherever we roll I don’t brag about money or cars in any bars Or the bitches I fuck, I keep my press on pause Keep it on the low, minimum dough, image control Keep it on the low, wherever we roll VR2 You claim you don’t care what the hell people think Ooh but you’re so brave comin’ from a drink Yea ponder that till your head turns pink We’re about to point out the real weakest link Your image is fine but your game is shady You shun the real guy tryin’ to treat you like a lady Not ya hair, not ya clothes, not ya jewels, or ya bust It’s your sense of mind, your scent and your trust Not the car you drive or what’s on your feet Some might say it’s you skin, it’s what’s underneath Mind, body, n’ soul got your own, hollar Get your own role role lookin at role models HK If this too flashy then it ain’t going to last me If you don’t like my fashion you can try to come blast me Keep it on the low, minimum dough, image control Keep it on the low, wherever we roll I don’t brag about money or cars in any bars Or the bitches I fuck, I keep my press on pause Keep it on the low, minimum dough, image control Keep it on the low, wherever we roll VR3 Man, some girls gotta get a grip on this I can’t tell what’s bigger their head or their fuckin’ tits The dramas gotta stop fuck it, just break up Cuz ya’ll break-up to make up, I can’t stand it yo’ wake up See the prophets of hip hop Not gonna stop us M.C.’s blowin’ the spot The bottom to the top, makin’ somethin’ outta nothin’ Your image is outta control, ugh, so stop frontin’ HK If this too flashy then it ain’t going to last me If you don’t like my fashion you can try to come blast me Keep it on the low, minimum dough, image control Keep it on the low, wherever we roll I don’t brag about money or cars in any bars Or the bitches I fuck, I keep my press on pause Keep it on the low, minimum dough, image control Keep it on the low, wherever we roll

HK Flatliners x5 Vr1 Seneca Is full proof, the plan is let loose The blueprints, the patterns, the prophets are past due The last two to pass through niggas is statues Concrete castles, temples of past dudes Microphone grippers, the rhyme spitters, the winners, The go getters to finish, the lyricist on the realest You not offsetting the illest niggas up in this Sinners, the gold diggers, we pillage the bullshitters Spit so hard nigga knock your face off I’m not soft, so get the fuck out my face dawg Not that nigga to cross, don’t get the name wrong Games on, I swear to God it’s your pain dawg Flatline niggas up and runnin’ the game dawg My grind, your grind, shit ain’t the same dawg My dialogue be the illest of catalog I’m James Bond nigga, when I’m runnin’ my game strong HK Flatliners x5 Vr2 Toolow Yo look at this shit that mo that I grow The mo’ bullshit than I begin to know Using the wrong lines I’ll realign your spine Start spittin’ my rhymes I’ll make you, flatline I’m legally a gunner and sick of your mouth runners And you jaw flappers that turn into backstabbers You feelin’ these jabs I’ll have to body bag ya Hit you harder than seniors that be poppin viagra Then I reload the extra mag that I had for ya This is the cheatin’ slackin individuals The ones I be zappin' wit my lyrical ritual Do this hibitual go ahead and kick a fool Just so intricate, when I get into it Do it for my benefit, yo, you can suck a dick Then fuck a fat chick, like I really give a shit Running outta luck bitch, better retire quick HK Flatliners x5

HK I like them girls, and they like me Please don’t take this song seriously Will you please be for me and my one and only You might think it’s ridiculous, So lets get down to business BR My hands, My hands, gonna be bad for my health My hands, My hands, I can’t keep them to myself My hands, My hands, they be where they’re not supposed to be My hands, My hands, are gonna keep you close to me Vr1 I can’t keep my hands out of the cookie jar Can’t keep my hands off my drink at the bar Can’t keep my eyes off the boob tube That’s right girl Im looking at you I’m looking at you cuz your boobs are so huge I don’t mean to be rude, but you’re looking kinda lude Practically nude, so you can’t be that prude Long as you’re in the mood girl, lets make a move Eyes in a trance damn, shorty can dance Yo look at that, got some bounce in the pants Got my little man here doing a stance Between you and I there’s too much distance You’re so sexy, body to perfection Please stand next to me be my reflection I got a sweet tooth that’ll never come loose Got to my place we’ll do more then just snooze Hk x1 Br x1 VR2 I’ll eat a cookie, the ones without nuts Haha ha I know, I’m such a but Shit, I’ll even eat the cookie dough No, Not before they’re ready tho, no, no, yo I’m gonna be in trouble when I’m dealin’ with these cookies Actin’ like the 5th food group is pussy More like I’m a sexual geek Lack of a better term she’s a super freak Having fun with my tongue then I bust through my teeth Craziest, silliest dude you’ll ever meet I know you’re feelin’ me cuz I’m feelin’ ya heat Lips are like suga, your kiss is so sweet I can’t leave you alone you’re becoming my addiction Wanna get mixed in like we’re throwing chocolate chips in You’re cookie batter, no-one else matters Now you my cook-ie forget about the chitter chatter Br x1

Jumpin’ in like a pool with warm bath water Wit blood on the verse it has to be a slaughter I’m always hittin’ the pocket just like I was your wallet That whack rap you can bet that, I can stahl it Hit you so hard like, what you gonna do Upper cut will have me lookin’ at the bottom of your shoes Did you really think I’m a be a good sport Pen is looking big and mightier than a sword Take that dial, on your confidence And turn it way up until it reads I’m the shit Not a lot of rappers droppin’ bombs like this You gotta break up with your past like you’re on the fritz Never around, any kind of gun play But I still make it spray wit the words that I say You know what I got, you got to be down I’m showing my ass off like a hospital gown Yo, I been rappin’ since logic six Gettin’ these skills finish projects quick Catch a lick you’ll get wrecked by these kicks And get pounded by the kick that fits in this mix It’s only right that I hurt the whack when I’m up on the mic I’m a merc the track I’m a make it work until your heart line flat If my bars even blip I’m a burp it right back Yo, this be like the first 80 sum barz To my plan, to make these haters starve Mumble rappers, braggin’ about cars I’d rather take their face and just start to carve Leaving my mark I’m at least leavin’ scars My dreams in clouds but now they’re in the stars I’m not going home so you know I’m going hard And when I do a big I’m doin’ it rather large Plant the seed but I’m not smoking the tree It’s as easy as that, it doesn’t make me feel free You know that I’m hot, you don’t have to fight it Now roll up your blunt and use my lyrics to light it You’re just getting high for the laughs and the smiles I’m trying to reach the height of like Simone Biles If gymnastics was easy it’d be called football HA HA Arite let’s make a move on y’all My mind with these rhymes it’s always racin’ I’m building solid songs just like a mason I’m still a whirlwind that’ll wreck your station You can’t hold me against your expectations Get on your knees and pray to the Lord I’m taking you out like Rick did a zombie horde You’re ‘bout as fucked as a dick, stiff as a board I’m taking your stiff just straight to the morgue Face it, the 3rd mix tape arrangement Get me on the beat I’m another deranged kid Thought you were an ace hit but you aimed and missed I’m about to throw these critics in the basement Basic, you’re gonna end up with a swole lip You’re gonna get pissed your control slip The only thing you’re sinking is the whole ship Then you’re going down like a monkey wit no grip Lyrical bullets poppin’ off like Al Capone Yea you’re talking over like the Game of Thrones Ya keep playin’ games your ass will get thrown Like NF did in Clouds example be shown I’m coming for ya, like the, reverse flash Make this verse hurt worse then it did in the past I’m really gonna make ya, sulk fast Step up on the scene and give it a Hulk smash You’re a loon, you’re fool, you’re a goon, you’re a ghoul Lyrical kung fu rappin’ Ra’s Al Ghoul Trying to make a fat stack who trying to pause it You really wanna brawl better check the claws kid That’s why you can’t stand it you be like damn it The rhymes I’m throwing combustible like Gambit Talking shit without toilet paper better can it Spitting so much fire everybody can be lit Man all of y’all are in a whole lot of trouble If you thought you could put my thoughts in one thought bubble 80 bar challenge shout out to Redman I took this beat and ate it like a Teddy Graham Still going reckless you can check the metrics Y’all gonna sweat this you can feel the wetness Gonna take my time create a better design Just trying to shine without a diamond on my mind