TRACK I.
D.A.B.D.A
Produced by damn zimo! and Kenneth “Kny Kys” Reyes
Recorded at sanctuary 001
[d.a.b.d.a - verse one]
“Now it's a whole lotta niggas talking all that shit
And it's a whole lotta doing I got on my list
And Lord you know I complaining, I been blessed thus far
But it's a whole lotta dealing going round these parts
Hope insurance and them Georgia Power folk dont trip
I gotta whole lotta dealin' with some personal shit
Ya see her mama keepin score but shit, she couldn't keep him
And imma air they asses out and, if she do text again…
And I don't find it too ironic that the house helped built,
The same one that I was building when my place caved in,
And then I lost my friend,
Then I lost my job,
That man had said I wasn't there enough and kept it for him
Now that ain't nothing but the enemy a blatant attempt
And that ain't nothing but the ego tryna reach at the rim
And they say “Cooley how you do it girl you seem so calm
Girl, ya so seem cool!"
I'm bout to [ ] these fools.”
Mmm, and I love it when the rain start pouring and the city get quiet
And I remember when I felt my lowest and y'all kicked me so high
And Mama say, “You gotta keep goin…
Laugh when you want to
Cry when you want to…”
Why?
[d.a.b.d.a - verse two]
Easy Black baby, it's about that time
Mourning in the shadows but the sun gone shine
Raise up out the bedding or them flowers gon’ die
Roots'll keep a hidden but the fruit don't lie
(And I felt, it's felt, like)
You ain't gotta got a home but ya spirit know it can't stay here
Time to do some healing for yourself cause the smoke gon clear
I got fears on the low
Got demons you should know
Got seeds for the trees and the trees for the smoke
It's breachin' on the ship and cause the hull got a hole…
It's needles for the patching but I'm worn at the soul
It's hard knock sour patchin, grasses ain't the greenest
My daddy told me “Trina don't you ever feel defeated
Why yo folk call ya Peaches
And ya Auntie call ya Sweetie
Ya Grandpapa gator boots was flyer than Adidas
What you care about elitists telling you you ain't completed
They competing with the fresh air, breath good, melanin is welfare
Momma, Daddy health good
Going through some hard times
Feel it and we still here
Heaven still a stones throw and
Momma say, “You gotta keep going!”
Laugh when you want to
Cry when you want to, why?
Pray when you want, how you want, with the house on fire.”
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TRACK II.
DESTINED CHILD
Produced by damn zimo! and Kenneth “Kny Kys” Reyes
Additional vocals by zi starchild
Recorded at sanctuary 001
[destined child - verse one]
Young stunter Cooley was really dunking on anybody
School to yard a bully would really ruin yo pity party
Sniffin’ out that weak shit
Preyin’ on yo weakness
Then caught it at my front door
Like 8 AM to sleep shit
Now that little kiddy got next shoulders is stiffy'd up
Chest really chippy ret’ to show you who really tough
Mouth Slicky Ricky a razor blade like a blicky tucked
Count a Mississippi to tempt me and get yo wig adjust
Shimmy shrug, Milly Rockin, Harlem shake it, square it up
Jonesboro nigga, a yellow jacket, Koala Cub (runnin’)
Fuck I look talkin bout my drama (but them hundreds)
Oh y'all tryna pay me for my trauma?
Momma left me at zero
I got adopted at one
I been on one since a baby
I may be destined for somethin’
Ain't no abortin’ a hero
Like momma look what I done
I mean I'm hot and I'm ready
I must be Caesar or somethin’ (I’m really)
[destined child - hook]
Running this bish, running this bish
Running this bish, (yeah)
Running this bish, running this bish
Running this bish, (I run)
Running this bish, running this bish
Running this bish, run it
You should know by now
You should know by now that I be
Running this bish, running this bish
Running this bish, (yeah)
Running this bish, running this bish
Running this bish, (I run)
Running this bish, running this bish
Running this bish, run it
You should know by now, by now
Ain't nothing breaking me down
[destined child - verse two]
I been cooking in my bag
Tryna perfect it, yeah
Under 40, dropping 40
On my necklace yeah
I'm my Auntie favorite baby
I'm protected yeah
I been knowing since a child
Like it was destined yeah
Now all my big shit is poppin’
All my businesses locked in
Back-to-back every summer
I'm back at bat like I'm Robin
Numbing goofies like toothies
I'm at they dentist (Dennis) like Rodman
On yo head like a kufi
I’m topping spinach like Ramen
Them Crackers stole our E-bonics
They making mils off the sonics
They try to keep us from college
We missing docs like The Chronic
They really schooling with Cooley
These folk distorted da Phonics
They say you search and you find it
I must be one of the finest
I found success off faith
I been survived off prayer
I had to talk my shit
I made some shit quite clear
I'm sweet but shit not sweet
I'm felt but feel no fear
I met some wolves inside
Y’all smell like bitch out hear (I’m really)
[destined child - breakdown]
Running the bitch like
Checking my list twice
Getting my shots up
Flicking my wrist right
Getting my reps in
Getting my prayers tight
They saying what couldn't be done, tuh!
Smiling, knowing I might
[destined child - hook]
Running this bish, running this bish
Running this bish, (yeah)
Running this bish, running this bish
Running this bish, (I run)
Running this bish, running this bish
Running this bish, run it
You should know by now
You should know by now that I be
Running this bish, running this bish
Running this bish, (yeah)
Running this bish, running this bish
Running this bish, (I run)
Running this bish, running this bish
Running this bish, run it
You should know by now, by now
Ain't nothing breaking me down
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TRACK III.
SOUTHSIDE LIT
Produced by damn zimo! and Kenneth “Kny Kys” Reyes
Recorded at Timbre Studios
[southside lit - verse one]
Big ole runts
Big ole blunts
Big ole lump sum sit in my funds
Clay Co. shit still showing these pups
How to Grinch these niggas, ain’t leaving no crumbs
No wifey, I ain't making no punch
Back on the bully like I'm takin’ yo lunch
Stacking my bread and I'm getting my cheese
And I'm back on my 'P', Panhandle, no pun
[southside lit - chorus]
Southside Lit
Southside hip
Clay Co. nigga right here, right here
Clay Co. raised lil niggas like me
Like who would I be not talking my shit
Southside Lit
Southside hip
Southside niggas still dropping like dis
Clay Co. nigga ain't taking no lip
I get in my bag, I stick and I dip
[southside lit - verse two]
Back at the Joy
Kemp Ele’ alum
Lil ahh bitty ain't having no fun
Like, "Hating ass county ain't showin’ no love"
Hoe, where is you from
Don't care, so what, why come
Y'all niggas ain't talking bout none, go dumb
Mama ain't raisin' no punk
Standing on 10 since summer '01
When the Code Red niggas had the block gon crunk
And it ain't no codeine in my proteins
Ain't no toxins taking my tum
Grasses-fed, pasture-raised
Can't cage me, gotta do what I want
A bitch want beef then a bitch get punted
Weigh 110, but I bench 400
My mans gon’ do it if another don't cut it
Like fuck what you think cuz the hoes gone love it (lil trick)
[southside lit - chorus]
Southside Lit
Southside hip
Clay Co. nigga right here, right here
Clay Co. raised lil niggas like me
Like who would I be not talking my shit
Southside Lit
Southside hip
Southside niggas still dropping like dis
Clay Co. nigga ain't taking no lip
I get in my bag, I stick and I dip
[southside lit - outro]
And I dip, and I dip, and I dip (Southside hip)
And I dip, and I dip, and I dip (Southside here)
And I dip, and I dip, and I dip
And I dip, and I dip, and I dip
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TRACK IV.
WHERE MY HUG AT?
Produced by damn zimo! and Kenneth “Kny Kys” Reyes
Recorded at Timbre Studios
[where my hug at? - chorus]
Boy you got it, boy you got it, boy you got it (mhmmm)
I don't want it outta line, outta pocket (mhmmm)
I'm a lover, I'm a baby, I'm a fighter (mhmmm)
Boy you get it how provided, how you find it (mhmmm)
[where my hug at? - hook]
Where my hug at
Where my hug at, aye
Where the love at
Where yo love at, babe
Where them ones at
Where them ones at, aye
Where my thugs at them playas that gon fall back
[where my hug at? - verse one]
He said I'm checking it baby, I'm checking it baby (I'm checking for)
Digging you baby, I'm digging you (Don't make it difficult)
Feeling it baby, I'm feeling you (So what you tripping for)
What is you saying, he told me it's (Nothing particular)
I said you loving it baby, you're loving it baby (You tryna cope)
Love in my pocket, its love in my heart (and it's meaningful)
Super aggressive, you moving aggressive (A predator)
You scaring them hoes, you scaring them hoes (Nigga you weird to her)
When all that parking lot pimpin’ don't get him DMs or mentions
Talking make you a target but silence mean that you bitchin
All that whooping and hollering make a heart get to harden
When I can't smile in my city without a nigga that's stalking
Boy you got it
[where my hug at? - chorus]
Boy you got it, boy you got it, boy you got it (mhmmm)
I don't want it outta line, outta pocket (mhmmm)
I'm a lover, I'm a baby, I'm a fighter (mhmmm)
Boy you get it how provided, how you find it (mhmmm)
[where my hug at? - hook]
Where my hug at
Where my hug at, aye
Where the love at
Where yo love at, babe
Where them ones at
Where them ones at, aye
Where my thugs at them playas that gon fall back
[where my hug at? - verse two]
Say I'm too independent, why these these boys in Depends
Had not spoken one sentence before you'd spoken no sense
Say I'm way too defensive when you done made thee offense
Say you searching for clarity all that cap on the lens
[Auntie Cooley’s Monologue 4 tha Girls]
See darling when you in a man's world
And the mens are devoid of physical touch
Well the men get touchy
The hellos and the heys
Are now 'scuse me, 'scuse me,
Well baby bless yo heart
Let me excuse me
Now I'm not romanticizing the old thing but, well
These niggas have lost they minds
What is it about me
Is it my too tall tee
Do I look too nicely
Baby we must be therapy
Cuz these niggas will shoot you in yo ass
[where my hug at? - hook]
Where my hug at
Where my hug at, aye
Where the love at
Where yo love at, babe
Where them ones at
Where them ones at, aye
Where my thugs at them playas that gon fall back
[where my hug at? - outro]
Mhmm, just keep on smiling baby
Mmm yeah, just keep on fighting baby
Oop, here they come
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TRACK V.
COMING OF AGE (An Interlude)
Produced by King Cooley
This is a track I composed in my apartment on Christmas Day, 2025. I spent the day playing my flute in the park and came home inspired to build this out. Thank God I’m not depressed, haha.
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TRACK VI.
LESS IS MORE
Produced by damn zimo! and Kenneth “Kny Kys” Reyes
Additional sax by Rolling Jane
Recorded at Timbre Studios
[less is more - verse one]
Yo mommas barely home
Yo sister’s barely grown
103 radio
And we knew every song
We drew concentric circles
We knew our skies was purple
We jone yo mommas
And got rehumbled through every hurdle
We scrapped and carried on
Recited every phone number
Call my homies when homie
Meant you was never ‘lone
Santas don't stop in Clayco
My folk had bought this they know
Sleepovers caught in the carpet now we can't play with Playdoh
Yes ma'am, okay, okay though
Done stained up the couch with Faygo
Put out, we shoot the fade until the place was facing fatal
Summers was wretched scorchin’
Ozone had lost a portion
'98, record heat
We hide and seeked and hopped them porches
Take yo L’s, call yo fouls, cite yo sources
Pay yo tithes, guard yo neck, and never forfeit
Knew these was more than portraits
Affirmations, flying saucers
You and me, wasting time
Take me home and back in orbit
Running from those cigarettes
Chasing down our silhouettes, mmmm
Back and now we're billowing
Broke and just a bill away, hmmm
[less is more - bridge]
But does it hold any weight
Does it hold any weight does it
When we could die any day
We could die any day for it
[less is more - chorus]
Baby what is life
What is life, what is life
What is all it for
All it for, all it for
When we want it all
Want it all, want it all
Maybe less is more
Less is more, less is more
Tell me what is life
What is life, what is life
When we can't afford
Can't afford, can't afford
Is this all it costs
All it costs, all it costs
Maybe less is more
Less is more, less is more
[less is more - verse two]
Grandmama's barely gone
Yo sister’s fully grown
Playlist killed radio
Now we know every song
Santas don't stop in condos
Our stockings stuffed with Corporate
Our plates is single portioned
Filling time through our distortions
Our kids get trips to Target
Vacation been well-afforded
Bougie Aunty’s little baby
Gentle-parent-iPad-corded
Amazon killed our forests
We got too many options
In these phones, empty homes
Still don't know what's really wrong with
Smoking up our cigarettes
Running from those silhouettes, mmm
Back and now we were billowing
Broke and just a bill away hmmm
[less is more - bridge]
But does it hold any weight
Does it hold any weight does it
When we could die any day
We could die any day for it
[less is more - chorus]
Baby what is life
What is life, what is life
What is all it for
All it for, all it for
When we want it all
Want it all, want it all
Maybe less is more
Less is more, less is more
Tell me what is life
What is life, what is life
When we can't afford
Can't afford, can't afford
Is this all it costs
All it costs, all it costs
Maybe less is more
Less is more, less is more
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TRACK VII.
THE (HYPE) BEAST
Produced by damn zimo! and Kenneth “Kny Kys” Reyes
Recorded at Society Sounds
[the hype beast - verse one]
Told yall '08 this wave was not a phase
They say Cooley went off, no hitch, without a bang
Big Bang Theory, woah this woman been outta place
Rapper phenomenon, the god been outta space
But why I get the feeling they hating me as of late
Some sucka stuck in his feelings ain't feeling me, nigga wait
You a lame. Predatory. Evaluate how he prey
Pocket watching yo stories and evil-eyeing the safe
Sicka than any nigga that's flickin in Abu-Ghraib
A picture perfect depiction get worser than what you think
And if you really knew you'd get the fuck up out my face
The King of this baby lately been reigning on all parades
Bars like Amin-Ra
Tell me how you want it raw
The rawest in any city
Been fluent in any plague
So why would I care of what another nigga think
Baby blow me on my tip and tell me how that hookah taste, wait
I know, I know, I know
you won't, you won't, you wont
You talk it like you tough though
Like hold up, hold up hoe
I get it how I want
I said and made it so, so…
Doin’ the most
I gotta flex
Naming the price
This is a toast
Yall gotta hush (shh)
I'm on the mic
I'm in the limelight
They want a taste
What is it like
I'm on a wave (wave)
I'm on a wave (hey)
They wanna ride
[the hype beast - chorus]
But you’re right
She's a bitch, she's a broad well I might be
So it's no sense in taking it lightly
You a fucking know-it-all
I could walk you like a dog
Such a Hypebeast
And you’re right
[the hype beast - verse two]
Remember in November this chicken was in my face
Talking ‘bout how back in Uni the loonies that I had played
Couldn't say I remembered them niggas done got renamed
Repressed, presently pressing for me to recount them days
But Cooley, Cooley, Cool, give these people what they wanting
You say 1 and they say 20, so fuck it, add a hundred
And sold, let them piece all them puzzles
And keep my ducks in a row
I keep these folk out my bubble
I stay in line with my soul
True.
It nothing I ain't heard, or a bitch could do
Like I been boxing with momma, I'm threatened of you?
Hell no, let's set the record
My record ain't never threatened
My title still go protected
Took yo daddy from his honey
Corporate sellout for money
A race traitor but funnily
Snowing on all these bunnies
And shit, if it's my bit
Where's my ring?
Place yo bets
In my crib with my Tyson's
Take yo win, cut my check
Tell me who do want it next
Send yo worst, send yo best
Send yo tweets, send yo text
Nothing new, what's the news
Not a threat, make it clear
Imma player, you a pest
This a Pisces in her prime
Sensitive bout her shit, yuh
[the hype beast - chorus]
[[the hype beast - outro]
Warn the town, the hypebeast is loose
Warn the town, the hypebeast is loose
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TRACK VIII.
RED CROSS
Produced by damn zimo! and Kenneth “Kny Kys” Reyes
Recorded at sanctuary 001
[red cross - verse one]
Mama, a fire blazing
Baby it took my place, and
I seen my building burning
I saw my bed was vacant
Hey girl, is you okay then?
I saw that news was playing
They so yo room was dirty
They say yo kitchen caved in
These looks on all these faces
Older folks was waiting patient
City police talk in circles
CEO still on vacation
My home the trending Scoop in ATL on blast for weeks (wassup)
My bank account intact but can't afford yo sympathies (damn that's fucked)
[red cross - hook]
Fucked up
Tough Luck
Buck up
Here I go
Red Cross
Tough love
Tears stuck
On my throat
I'm choked up
Woke up
Wondering if they’d miss it
If I left it all
Hit the road
And drove until
I hit they homes (damn that’s fucked)
Fucked up
Tough Luck
Buck up
Here I go
Red Cross
Tough love
Tears stuck
On my throat
I'm choked up
Woke up
Wondering if you'd get it
If I left it all
Hit the road
And drove until
I hit yo home
[red cross - verse two]
Daddy said stiff my head up
They say it's end of times
Well where we supposed to go til
Like baby read the signs
This paywall on reporting
My browser’s unsupported
White devil plan was thwarted
Amazing grace divine
Got laid off 6 months later health Insurance been declined
Sometimes that governing ya need ain't mutually designed
So why we act so grateful folks survive it makes no sense to me
Bank account in shambles so we cant afford no empathy
[red cross - hook]
Fucked up
Tough Luck
Buck up
Here I go
Red Cross
Tough love
Tears stuck
On my throat
I'm choked up
Woke up
Wondering if they’d miss it
If I left it all
Hit the road
And drove until
I hit they homes (damn that’s fucked)
Fucked up
Tough Luck
Buck up
Here I go
Red Cross
Tough love
Tears stuck
On my throat
I'm choked up
Woke up
Wondering if you'd get it
If I left it all
Hit the road
And drove until
I hit yo home
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TRACK IX.
WE GON SEE
Produced by damn zimo! and Kenneth “Kny Kys” Reyes
Recorded at Society Sounds
[we gon see - verse one]
Top pulled back like ten-to-three
Trunk gon knock like Tennessee
Cool lil bit like first degree
Killin this bit’ like mercy me
L.A. babe like Fleur de les
Down South ma like Florida Keys
Hot lil temp back Myrtle Beach
Built like Shaq might shoot for three
That tough guy talk don’t work for me
Ain't heard of them, they heard of me
Venue folk done upped the fee
Fly lil set got murked for free
Y'all girls ain't hurtin’, y'all birds to me
Face card look like surgeries
Red Moncler like Burgundy
Black A1’s might swerve in these
Gun got took so the knife on tuck
Ridin’ on 10 with the windows up
And I'm running behind,
I'm running behind ya
Back in my Mazda
Praying for Gaza
Clutching my nozzle
Turning my Nas up
[we gon see - hook]
Ain't no one
Stoppin’ this here but G-O-D
Back on bull like T-O-P
Feel no fear in dem big ‘ole teeth
Still on paint like G O'Keefe
Walk like this, like “It on me”
Got get back like “We on D”
Me, my, self that’s 3-on-3
Stoppin’ my shine like, “We gon see”
(Ain't no one)
Stoppin’ this here but G-O-D
Back on bull like T-O-P
Feel no fear in dem big ‘ole teeth
Still on paint like G O'Keefe
Walk like this, like “It on me”
Got get back like “We on D”
Me, my, self that’s 3-on-3
Stoppin’ my shine like, “We gon see”
[we gon see - verse two]
But I'm here on time when I'm here on time
And I take my time
Like eons, Kiyon, Leon, Deion, Prime
‘24 ridin’, the year of the Dragon
In twenty-two-five it’s return of the mackin’
My head in the game, they remember the Titan
Invest in the padding, they couldn't attack it
As God as my witness, I’ll never be lacking
You kittens my sons — Angela Bassett and
They know I put up the money for touring
Was paying them jokers to learn on my dime
Now I know folk still hate when you broke
Was finding out quick what it cost to be kind
I'm wasting no time
Cutting a kin, a twin, a friend, that's fakin’ the slime
A snake in the grass get caught in them blades
I’m mowing em down, they ain't fertile in mine
These niggas deprived, I give em reprieve
I'm leaving them pits, Jolie Angeline
I’m bearing the fruits and sowing the seeds
They squeeze in with Cooley cause Cooley the King
My Bible a tommy, put me in a pickle
Ain't jarring to me, we can make it a ting
Gun got took so the knife on tuck
Riding on 10 with the windows up
And I'm running behind,
I'm running behind ya
Back in my Mazda
Praying for Gaza
Clutching my nozzle
Turning my Nas up
[we gon see - hook]
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BONUS TRACK X.
RAGGEDY ANN ft. Cameron
Produced by damn zimo! and Kenneth “Kny Kys” Reyes
with a special thank you to Indee Star <3
Recorded at Society Sounds, sanctuary 001, and Big Cam’s crib
[raggedy ann - intro]
Oh, it's so pathetic
I know I'm gon’ regret it
He wind me up and leave me, but it’s
Something bout the way he does it
[raggedy ann - chorus]
Say it loud, say it proud, show me up
Love me down, love me like you owe me some
I’ve been crashin out, crashin out, I’ve come undone
I'm your dummy now, dummy now, I'll be your fun
Can we even out, even out it’s zero sum
Can you pull me out, pull me out, I'm tangled up
Like a Rag Doll
I'm your Rag Doll
[raggedy ann - verse one]
Sat along your shelf like a baby
Patiently awaiting you to wake me
Legs they only bend and break for you
To come and go and leave me how you made me
I make it all so simple for ya (for you)
But finding hard to say it to you lately
I wait another year around you paying my dues
If I was more a Barbie, is it easy to choose?
I'll be there on ya line, you can call when you want
I'm yo bandage for hire, I just wait in the cut
I'm your target in crossfire a hint of your touch
Would have me singing circles baby winding me up
I'd be there for ya doll, I'd be more than a wife
But for now be yo good girl, the love of your life
Got me back how you like, lying under your spell
Assuming my position on it back on your shelf, baby
[raggedy ann - hook]
Ooh, you say my name (darling)
And I come play your games (when you’re calling)
But where you when I call (now you’re stalling)
Am I your ragged doll?
Darling we been this way so long (so long and)
Having me sat all on your wall (now I’m falling)
Baby you wore me out so far (you want me all in)
Ooh, I'm your ragged doll
[raggedy ann - verse two]
No, my black buttons don’t fade, they need loving
Red ribbons so ‘fraid (frayed) of re-cutting
And my heart seems hand-made but babe what if
It was no strings, small things, give me something
Darling, tell me what's the meaning
Am I only good enough for evenings?
You hold me like the only one who knows right
Morning comes I'm back along your floor side
Just look at how I take your damage, see
I swallow heartache single-handedly
My Beanie Buddies tell me I should let it all go
That caution's still a perfect shade of yellow, I know
But my batteries low
Am I more than a joke
Just waiting for little ragged boys to think of me so
Now I'm back how you like
Got me under you spell
Assumin' my position on it back on ya shelf, baby
[raggedy ann - hook]
Ooh, you say my name (darling)
And I come play your games (when you’re calling)
But where you when I call (now you’re stalling)
Am I your ragged doll?
Darling we been this way so long (so long and)
Having me sat all on your wall (now I’m falling)
Baby you wore me out so far (you want me all in)
Ooh, I'm your ragged doll