[Intro: Sim From The Hill] Man, what’s a good night to a young Sugar Hill legend like me On the A-B-C-D line, it’s a lot of different places, you feel me Hit up my nigga Del, ask for the gassy pack You already know he got that, you feel me But before you gettin’ into any type of scrollin’ You gotta think about if you hungry If you big hungry, a nigga like me recommend something like Famous, you feel me Or you could go to Taste of Seafood, that’s on three fifth and eighth You go to liquor store, that’s on five seven right there Real Zombieland, not Zombieland number two Not the shit on two fifth and Lex, you feel me Right next door they got the good toe, you gon’ need some of that too The good dark toe, head back to the block Get your grub on, get your smoke on, get your drink on Gangsta man, regular shit man Sugar Hill [Intro: donSMITH] Don't ask me where I'm from You know where I'm from What up Zoomo Right [Verse: donSMITH] Bitch I feel like donDADA Made the squad proud 'Bout to make my mom prouder Might buy my mom Prada I been trying to keep my mom prouder Than LeBron's father While she at home watchin' It's on the line like a free-throw or Supreme droppin' I hope you fiends cop it Ain't no cheatin' in this game, why you screen watching I seen you screenshot me My lifeline don't rely on WiFi, nigga please stop it Look, my whole closet full of champ hoodies and loose debris I'm rocking chanclas that ain't Gucci or Louis V They try to use me And end up gettin' used to me huh? Committin' truancy, ya'll was never shoolin' me How you made the same album six times And still complain 'bout your bench time Don't wait around for nobody to place no medal on you You ain't the best 'cause your squad decided to settle on you Ain't blowin' smoke from a cold pistol Know I got hot hands I wrote my own ticket Flew out to LA, stranded on my own nigga Thank God, I met shorty who had a home nigga Charge to the same game that turned me Joe Namath Zoomo got me back spazzin', on my T. Mac But no Rockets or Raptor jerseys where my team at You say my name in vein You better mean that Niggas reachin, but you never seen me react Threats turn me to Stevie Wonder I don't see that Keep it straight up with me Give me good posture Swallow pride like a pill from a good doctor I got my hood watchin' I keep my hood on me Greatest line in the league, I'm in good pocket I been a real nigga Ain't no cosign ever made me feel bigger I couldn't feel bigger On Sugar Hill with it Got me feelin' like I'm Tommy I'm a Hill figure But for real nigga They say I don't feel niggas [Outro: donSMITH] For real, I don't feel niggas It's a few names in my will nigga Word to Sim from the Hill nigga

[Intro: donSMITH] Zoomo what up Uh-huh Don't ask me where I'm from, nigga Yeah [Verse 1: donSMITH] I'm from the city, right Where we trying to get more than dubs We tired of these Knicks Fuck it, I'll do it for ten homie, just make it quick Look, trying to pay tuition was really pushin' some shit You can't hate and pray for love You know there ain't no rain without the mud I know niggas who sold yayo for some better cable Daughters cryin' families unstable I had a pen before I had paper Before you write the recipe, you better have flavor How many nights I had school and still chose to stay up Don't ask what I brought to the table when I brought the table 'Cause I been workin' like C'mon man Betta stop playin' with me Yeah that's right [Verse 2: donSMITH] Yeah No tellin' what I'm writin' Who knew my pen would up and raise me giant I'm David in rooms overpopulated with Goliaths They say God is black and so is the ink I chose to write in Giant flows could make any page look insanely tiny Shit, I fucked who you couldn't have Taught who I shouldn't have Fought who you wouldn't have Ain't no kiss and tell Aliases and hotels Ain't no pride just make the sale I just know I did it well No blasphemy at the table Limited seats and I'm salivatin' [Bridge: donSMITH] I'd take a plate of food instead of your congratulations I remember when the whole pad was vacant Trying to take my place a waste of time like a bad vacation Fuck out my face You niggas need how to earn your spot, for real Rad, what up [Bridge: Radamiz] For my man Daniel Since the Damier Louis on the Yankee fitted These are facts [Verse 3: Radamiz] Yeah A pure heart ain't never fear no karma Champagne to my stomach nauseous I go live 'till I'm corpseless In a dirty wifebeater they see I'm fuckin' important I'm with your girl and it look like I'm finger fuckin' a faucet XXL list, with my face on it Got the insecure pissed They know all the lines to my songs bro Not only the chorus Know some that house the pain with percs 'Cause they can't pay off no mortgage My mom ain't fuck with the price tags on no Jordans I bought my own shit Ya'll on my whole dick Clone my whole script Can't take the perspective Of course you ain't get to where you want to You always changing directions Dominican like I'm Dyckman with it Gun Hill Road with a Snow Beach on Rings look like I got icicles in it Pillow talkin' with a 9 millimeter Window shopping for experience Youngin's lookin' for the real to believe in You do not fit the criteria My prayers got answered And I started tearin' up You wasn't there for us Pretending to have all the change for the bus Like driver I left it in my wallet in the other jacket in the crib [Outro: Radamiz] Radamiz Radamiz, donSMITH

[Intro: donSMITH] I live in the greatest hood in the world Don't ask me where I'm from, nigga Zoomo what up [Verse: donSMITH] Yeah look My barber kicking niggas out the chair just to line me up Gotta look good for God's arrival when the timing come Never hated on the comp But some of ya'll look like somebody ran rap tryouts And tried to sign you up You don't get a slot on my roster just for poppin' up All that shape shiftin' give a solid nigga nausea Took a stroll through the projects Sippin' on piragua I got pussy and paid rent Ain't even change out the pajamas That's the don in me Building calm monopolies in fallen economies Don't keep it all in the bank just in case they onto me Put the pack down, picked the pen up Changed my environment They giving tours around my building, never been inside of it Already ain't trust ya'll, coronavirus made it worse Ya'll won't pay attention, let alone pay for the verse I'm still Jason with the mask on One tool dismantle the whole task force Wrote this with an injury Imagine I took the cast off Ain't enough sauce to go around, it's apparent That you rap niggas been sharing It's embarrassing, you and me ain't siamese I won't ever let 'em try to compare us Raised by Harlem and Wash Heights My coparents I was hare before the tortoise was Jacko Since Randy Moss was catching Hail Marys with the afro I'm here for the long run, never punt or give a pass nigga Watch me run it on you niggas like a bad sentence I won't send threats without sending a whole package with it Spill tomato sauce over rubber bands and cabbage nigga Have you out here looking like a bad sandwich You hungry niggas stay asking for bread Knowing I'm still in the hood like the back of your head, boy [Outro: donSMITH] C'mon, cut that shit out nigga You know where I'm from

[Intro: Lil’ Suttin’] Alright listen shorty, I'm sellin' my mixtape Ya know what I'm sayin' It's like twenty-six songs That's $9.95 But if that's too much I understand So I'm sellin' my EP too, ya know what I'm sayin' It's like four and half songs, three minutes That's only eight dollars So what you want to do shorty, I'll work with you You gotta support your local artist shorty [Verse 1: donSMITH] Yeah I never went broke on no rental, uh Everything I own I was meant to, uh Tell me how much ink in this pen 'Cause I make every penny off them links that I send ya'll Link in bio Went from head crack on el piso To getting racks for the team to rap at crowds of white people Half of you trying to make hits but you hardly hit free throws Ay-ay-ay bendito, ay-ay-ay bendito, uh Zoomo package the product I make it sell Always wanted to ball, ain't have no ACL But the first time I made a pack do gymnastics I'm ecstatic in mom's living room doing backflips Couldn't tell me nothing, having trouble stayin' humble But I promise donSMITH never inflate the numbers I know they hoped to hold me back from where I'm supposed to be Well, I'm in the game now 'cause I got tired of loading screens [Hook: donSMITH] Finally on the TV Ch-ch-check me out Ya'll ain't believe me Ch-ch-check me out I make it look easy Ch-ch-check me out But it ain't easy Ch-ch-check me out Feelin' like I hit the lotto Every time they hit that link in bio I make it look easy Ch-ch-check me out But it ain't easy Ch-ch-check me out [Verse 2: donSMITH] I ain't no laker fan, boy But I'm golden as shit Half Dominican and Haitian, I wasn't supposed to exist Hispaniola my skin, my parents aimed for the sky They own fam hopin' they'd miss Damn Use every verse to acknowledge it Cope with it, and maybe address I stay devoted like sports bras are to holdin' up tits Until my mom saw me on stage she was hoping I'd quit Rockin Payless before Nikes We lived check to check My first Jays was copped selling books I still from my bitch I don't play the office Too busy playin' offense And I know what off is We used to eat in candlelight We couldn't hit the off switch I swear my pen been on since No offense if I ain't heard of you Can't merge givin' a fuck bout you With trying to earn my food So when I'm in the booth Turn it convertible Writing verses cruisin' Link in my bio 'till it turn Cuban [Hook: donSMITH] Finally on the TV Ch-ch-check me out Ya'll ain't believe me Ch-ch-check me out I make it look easy Ch-ch-check me out But it ain't easy Ch-ch-check me out Feelin' like I hit the lotto Every time they hit that link in bio I make it look easy Ch-ch-check me out But it ain't easy Ch-ch-check me out [Outro: Lil’ Suttin’] So, you know How much money you got on you right now

[Intro: donSMITH] Oh my God You niggas can't be out here embarrassing your team like that I had 'em askin' who's that Now every room packed But theres no more room in the group chat You makin' yourself look bad, know what I’m sayin' You makin everybody else around you look bad Na' mean [Hook: donSMITH] For two years, I had 'em askin' who's that Now every room packed But theres no more room in the group chat Move back, too many rats bound to get stuck on the glue trap Might as well shoot yourself in the foot, Plax Swear to God Next time I see a muh fucka wearin' my jersey the wrong way I'ma slap the shit out him, for real At least die with honor, kna'm sayin Might as well shoot yourself in the foot, Plax [Verse 1: donSMITH] Uh, you was never good where I'm good at I never been foreign with it You want to play the game You got to put some quarters in it Maybe this grey brim Yankee is my only fitted High school, I remember almost started crippin' Fell out without a few when I didn't No reason to switch my jersey mid-season You supposed goats used to hold the torch But now you look more like sheep skin Y'all want to win a game I'm trying to take the chip Trying to win a war Cut a nigga off if he only trying to win awards No space for cap in my roster If it's a race of rats then I'm walking Clipped day ones to move on Bury the hatchet or bury the body You wasn't made from the same pack you been claiming around you You put your name on your homie paper That's plagiarizing Watch where you aiming papi [Hook: donSMITH] For two years, I had 'em askin' who's that Now every room packed But theres no more room in the group chat Move back, too many rats bound to get stuck on the glue trap Might as well shoot yourself in the foot, Plax I had 'em askin' who's that Now every room packed But theres no more room in the group chat Move back, too many rats bound to get stuck on the glue trap Might as well shoot yourself in the foot, Plax [Break: donSMITH] Way too many people in here Nah nah, get the fuck outta here Let's go [Verse 2: donSMITH] Tell momma to write Bustelo on my brick, uh Greasy sideburns and fingertips on my bitch, uh Tourist ask me where I'm from every chance they get Would you go to The Garden and ask Spike the same shit The same hands that plan to colonize Shot up churches and did Columbine The same hands that gentrifying all the caridads The same hands that turned the hood into a Amistad This shit is not for y'all Moreno before I'm green skin Soldier before cobra I never sold front row tickets to my own culture Ain't making bread off soda No money off pop I give the guap to the culture And the rest go to Ock So we cut ties with a few of y'all That we was no longer suited for Less is more We move more efficient when the crew is small At this point Feel privileged if we get you involved Community is getting the right kind of unit installed Aye, we used to do it for the OG's But, now you do it for the IG You niggas know where to find me [Outro: donSMITH] That's on my life

[Intro: donSMITH] Girl, you already know what type of time I'm on Nobody do it like you And nobody do it like me, it's simple That's enough for me right there Feel what I'm sayin' [Verse 1: donSMITH] Look She got disrespectful pussy Always trying to spit at me Told me unload my stress But don't you dare leave a kid in me You don't play chess Ain't with that side piece game Gold hoops, gold chain And both say your name I won't sell you no dreams I'm somewhere between piece of shit And gentleman I got lots of range Ladybug with a Digable Planet Let's get rid of your plans and hop on Onlyfans And make a quick band I ain't fall in love 'cause I thought you was a fan You bootlegged my whole album And played it for your friends Hate the way you finessed me But I love how you scam Sometimes I get you mad And you curse at me in Spanish Even when you wasn't trying to Told me you need good dick And don't deserve to be lied to You workin' out on weekends But you still eatin' fried food Your head almost as thick as your thighs You my favorite politician I'll always stand behind In the mirror so you could see me hit that one move from the side You lose your mind everything Oh god You lose your mind everytime I know what you like girl, you ain't gotta tell me [Hook: donSMITH] You look so good, I'd square up with your pops for you I was late the three shifts, lost my job for you Came home an hour early, closed the shop for you You a bird but I'm giving all I got to you You a bird but I'm giving all I got to you [Verse 2: Solar] Papi, please don't go [Verse 2: donSMITH] Music to my ears Plus you never skip a note I put your song on some days Give it to you slow You hit the bodega after walkin' pigeon-toed I let you roll up in the crib I don't even smoke This couldn't be simpler I'm into every single thing about you Even your temper You the type to come off the bench And still get ejected So official when you blowin' my whistle Only a few shots left in my pistol Still got one I could give you 'Cause you never let the gang toss you 'round like a pigskin From the jump You applied yourself like linkedin Temperpedic pussy I'm cozy and slowly sinking We had arroz con habichuelas three nights in a row Fuck it, I say don't try to fix it if it isn't broke [Break: donSMITH] Stop actin' like this is so complicated It's you and me, that's it, for real [Hook: donSMITH] You look so good, I'd square up with your pops for you I was late the three shifts, lost my job for you Came home an hour early, closed the shop for you You a bird but I'm giving all I got to you You a bird but I'm giving all I got to you [Skit: SPRTYK] Nah nigga I can't smoke this shit I'm 'bout to go get me some food You ate Nigga I'm 'bout to go up the block to get some Cea-Lo's bro Get some honey barbecue wings With some mac, some greens, it's lit And a peanut butter cookie, fire With the half and half, nah, it's lit Niggas ain't fuckin' with Cea-Lo's You never been to Cea-Lo's bro Nah, you're wildin' you not from where I'm from bro That's why your ass can't dress I knew it The jig is up nigga You ain't never been to Cea-Lo's You can't dress You smoking dust in your crib, my nigga This is- Do you want something It's cash only, they don't do debit card No, they don't do delivery bro Soul food, they sell soul food You wildin' Crack head

[Intro: donSMITH] Shoulder pain, all my life Holdin' poles, ridin' that local train Yeah, up close and personal Yeah, look This skully could turn to a ski-mask, real quick Yeah, Harlem, look [Hook: donSMITH] I got shoulder pain All my life, holdin' poles Riding that local train Too many stops and faces could make you go insane Same city, they know you ball But don't know your lane Cold winters, that mean they jackin' niggas coats again Ah man, all my life Riding that local train Too many stops and faces could make you go insane Same city, they know you ball But don't know your lane Cold winters, that mean they ja- [Verse 1: donSMITH] Back on my bully I spit this shit with both hands on my hoodie This for the niggas who bough the ski-mask Instead of the skully The bread get stale every moment you lookin' Hesitation get you smoked like a fan of Kid Cudi Get comfty being uncomfortable City snow turn your forces ugly too, Got a fresh pair when the spring start to bloom Bummy and hungry too Still made section figures Workin' till I got bands on my wrist like I'm Reggie Miller Freezing in my jeans in the crib You see my face breathin' Eatin' Goya beans out the can in front the space heater My mans waitin' on a pack Hopin' it don't snow or rain Niggas coppin loosies from the store just to get warm again Steppin' in the snow just get some shit off I'm startin' to think maybe these crack heads don't ever get cold Some niggas I really fuck with that I gotta love from afar I don't always dap in December I say what up with a nod The last two times I saw mom I gave her hugs from the car I ain't been making time from anything But money, that's all For real [Skit: donSMITH] And my mom know not to take that bar personal either MTA got a nigga fucked up for real, this shit crazy [Hook: donSMITH] I got shoulder pain All my life, holdin' poles Riding that local train Too many stops and faces could make you go insane Same city, they know you ball But don't know your lane Cold winters, that mean they jackin' niggas coats again Ah man, all my life Riding that local train Too many stops and faces could make you go insane Same city, they know you ball But don't know your lane Cold winters, that mean they jackin' niggas coats again Ah man, all my life Riding that local train [Verse 2: ANKHLEJON] Yeah No whip, I was soaked in rain Rottweilers with the golden fangs I got 'em chained inside of a cage My nigga leveled up soon as I sold him game You niggas Frank Ocean with the novocaine You sort of became one of us But you ain't know the lane I'm so ashamed The world got heavy on my back Gave me a shoulder pain I watched my uncle Put dope inside his veins Before he did it, he set the scene straight Put on some Frankie Beverly and Maze I was at a young age, so amazed Some how I dodged toxicity I keep two pistols at a close proximity A artist with artillery, nigga I was prepared, I know y'all sent for me Your man kind of nervous Sweatin', looking like he's ready to sing symphonies Fuck flower bouquets She want diamonds from Tiffany's Laid my baby down Give him a kiss from me Man if his pops left this Earth today Just know he made history Some shit these niggas wish to be You hear me though [Outro: ANKHLEJOHN] Lordy On that local train On the green line with it Southside shit Blue line, it don't matter where I'm from man I'm from, I'm from DC nigga WMATA

[Intro: donSMITH] I learned a whole lot at a young age Nah mean You could learn a lot more from how somebody walk than how they talk A lot of you niggas is loud for no reason If you gon' talk shit do it the right way Nah mean, start with the facts [Verse: donSMITH] My verse the same price as your hearse Which one you paying for Body 16s and I'm layin' low She barely spoke english She still play it though Negotiatin' without a major but this ain't minor league that we playin' for Aim for the crown without a majesty to pass it down to me Zebras inherit stripes but that ain't never count to me OGs gave me gave me game without taxin' me Said never let 'em help you up the stairs just to throw you off the balcony It ain't never been simple All the shit we done been though Can't save the world before you focus on your zip code Never tip toe or complain when them shoes don't really fit you We sold gas and concessions without a Citgo You gotta handle business or it handles you Be the X factor in room full of variables I never Sammy Sosa for no camera crew My mom want the diamonds that look like they wearing dancing shoes From sleepin' on benches to buildin' bridges without a single investment No second chances at leavin' first impressions Body bags on my ballpoint, the competition is all void Never been coy with my pen boy, I'm donDADA You niggas nada I rock scars like Offset rock Balenciagas Them shits caca Highest in the room, never smoked on Chewbacca Paid two months rent off the presale of the product They thought I was flippin' Prada You niggas love to joke and give humble toasts But never been committed standin' in empty rooms Keep it a hundo though You microwave rappers never seen soul food I served up gumbo slow Never even took off the bubble coat You dropped out, I'm takin' classes in my school of thought Turn my masters into food I bought Stay in school nigga Remember we used to have to carpool nigga All the way to Yonkers to shop clearance at Marshalls For some shit to rock April to August Big bro outgrew that FUBU, the only reason I got to throw it on me You and I ain't cut from the same garment I say less when I can, this rap shit is my only spiel Don write words you can't hear, you could only feel I'm so NY before I'm ever SONY deal I never had to leave NY just to close a deal [Outro: donSMITH] DonDADA, DADA, DADA, DADA, DADA You couldn't be me if you tried You couldn't be me if you tried DonDADA, DADA, DADA, DADA, DADA

[Skit: AKAI SOLO] Yo where I'm from If you trying to get a good sandwich Or a sandwich, period You better off goin' to the ock deli Because the papis is gonna let you down Like 8 times outta 10 Uh, I been trying to figure out why these niggas make it seem like It's a disservice to, you know Be a small business But I haven't found it out yet You know, the logic behind it Then these niggas got the audacity to be blasting music all day You know, havin' conversations as if they were I don't know, celebrating a hard days work When all ya'll just did was chat For 24 hours and fuck up sandwiches Shit is fucking crazy bro

[Verse 1: donSMITH] Home is where the heart is But it's hard where my home is I know professionals who progressed long from convict My brightest ideas came from a darker place The city where your homie got out the car To hold your parking space Circle the block and pray Cautious of who I'm with Careful of what I say They rolled dice on my head and took several chances Don't ask where I'm from if you ain't ready for the answer Only 17, my neighbors want me on the roster with that Medellín But I settled for green, nothing you tellin' me I wasn't trying to get rich, just had to pay my fee Thin walls, I'm fuckin' project broads they never scream Mom in the next room, could probably hear everything I ain't want them type of problems Eurosteppin' around 'em So I gentrify the condom Told her don't be pushy I always chose dirty money over clean pussy Mom's remarried, her new nigga in her room now I playin' beats daydreamin' of when I move out Watchin' Killa Cam pink hummer from rooftops Wrote whole songs ten minutes after shootouts Short life to live, even quick to die You look Allah in his eyes And you could prolly go blind, uh [Skit 1: momSMITH] I always tell you this anyway, but I keep repeating myself It's not easy, ya know Whatever happens out there Anyway, I always keep you in my prayer Maybe you should consider trying to Maybe get something that pays you a little more money So you can be able to survive, you know Be better and not worry Then you won't have me worried 'Cause I worry a lot [Verse 2: donSMITH] I was up early before the hot water work Or my mom go to church Harlem summer to hot to rock my Nautica shirt You can't change the streets you on without crossin' em first I told Ma' I'd dig in the dirt before I steal from her purse Pissy staircase, littered with little green bags No job, summer youth ain't never hit me back Spent whole Summer's survivin' in Taft Rehab Look, I was grindin' early morning No coffee before the street packed Empty Bustelo cans where I kept all the cream at Harlem world, home of the flavor You gon' see that From Mama Fried Chicken next to where we took the C at To waitin' on the crosstown bus where the fiends at The Hill to 1st ave, from west to where the east at Harlem like an All-star game, the league needs that You just a fan blowin' hot air in these peoples faces If you ever claim gang without official invitation You trippin' if you think it's safe Just 'cause tourist in my hood Readin' off a Wiki page Hopin' they don't stay for good Still ain't wavin' white flags You could buy the block but the culture don't got a price tag Same ones who used to press me Learned to respect me The food chain was like that They couldn't walk a day in your shoes Let alone barefoot But got the nerve to talk on you dues When they ain't square yet Harlem top tier, ya'll just got here NYCHA taught me how to evolve and lock in All that don is is all them dark years I pray history never get watered down here [Skit 2: donSMITH] Yo peace, this is don Sorry I missed your call Leave your name, number [Skit 2: momSMITH] I'll hit you back, love Hi son, I called you a couple times Have you heard from your oldest brother Or your middle brother Keep in touch with them, you know We all going through some things right now Even though you the youngest But I count on you for a lot You know what, I called you a couple of times Maybe you can pick your mail up Thought it may be important I could bring them to you Is that okay Call me, you know I know you always somewhere, different places working Brooklyn, Manhattan, everywhere The Bronx So just be careful, okay Son, I always want you to be proud of where we come from I love you, this is your mother And I miss you Son, I saw your fundraiser on instagram I'm so proud of you That was a great, great thing you did La cultura es para siempre, no importa lo que pase Siempre seremos lo mismo Siempre seguimos y orgulloso de quien somos