Intro: I’d rather not sulk in my regret I think i got the whole island in my hands Verse: 2 AM I’m in downtown. Lack of sleep Hella motivated from heartbreak and love Got a new muse, she fully understands who I be Was incarcerated hardened by cold shoulders I’ve lost all sense of my being. Im soul searching Left behind all I know just to find purpose Island boy, building bridges. Pedestal be burning Pika pika, stay authentic. Straight up Who else deserve it but ya mans? I’ve been swimming in cause. I’ve been drowning in my hurt Art disturbs the comforted and comforts the disturbed Pot was stirred life was turned on its head I was cursed with imposter syndrome, thought I was dead inside I was revived by the real Jed inside He still there. Never left, the music still felt right 12 years in this bitch the internet was my vice From GHURA housing, who woulda thought that I could live this life? No one can tell me shit. I ain't deluded either Project’s to still inspire got the fire me Guam on my mind, not defined by my peers To change the game, to rock the boat, you need to learn how to steer Kinda weird how i'm here, but it's also not a coincidence I’ve lost battles, friends, hope and found it all again It’s like Im back at square one

DEDEDO FREESTYLE Yes I’m a, “Dededope Soldier” From the North repping Remember, getting overlooked Now the boy got all the leverage Mr. Brown be the beverage I’m caffeinated, get the message, No debating, Mom restless working a dead end job Everything earned now we getting M’s oh my Fuck who did it first bitch I’ma go in regardless Don’t get me started. little Manila with the realest, I was brought up with em Chauds man Drip was from the flea market Got it from mud for real, on some boss shit No bloodlines, grandma and gramps fresh off da boat We worked our way up, now we gottem’ all set Shit Shout out the camp, straight up, no other way Killed the scene for 10 years and now ya rolling in ya graves Just a youngin’ on the come up, like we all were at one point Was snoozing on me now I’m appointed as Local hip-hop’s whatever I don’t need no need no titles, the heavyweight champ of Bing Bong! Joe Byron; on the mic I got Midas Touch Might just call it quits, go ghost, for now I’m vibin’ much Snoozix on the mic again, album mode we excited Ugh. TAGALU Chorus: Yeah ima chaud tagalu A product of American Dreams I even got the foresight to look beyond what it seems I rep my region and I put it on my chest No expect nothing less from this island boy Verse: Aye born in 96, GMH, April, Im an Aries Dad was scared to marry My momma immigrated young Im a second generation Guam Boy, hoping he could make it Just to get him some Sh*t primu Northside Ghura housing, It be crowded Lower and the middle class getting rowdy The public school kid who bout the hip-hop Now we here huh? Built on fear, food stamps and some tears huh? Fam saving money every year huh? Scott slippers to some gucci, life is weird huh? No fam ties, just a vision and some mad rhymes Never handed anything, but scaling up a landslide (wooo) Shout out my OG’s, I’ll keep the torch the lit From Island Trybe to Sick Minds, we born again A student of the culture and the scene, I think I’m more than the memes, ima Real island boy with some worldwide dreams Dreams. Made from Pain, Loss and grief Weeds, burnin up to level out, Just so I don’t overthink Outrigger sailing hoping we don’t sink Chorus: Yeah ima chaud tagalu A product of American Dreams I even got the foresight to look beyond what it seems I rep my region and I put it on my chest No expect nothing less from this island boy (Yerrr)

Chorus: Hard to put up with all this heartache (Put up put up) Put up, move out of harms way (I know I know) Can’t have it our way (I know, I know ) Best that we part ways, for now For now, for now, for now (3x) Verse 1: (STRAIGHTUPJED) I was hoping that we was solid, sa lech The Burnout the loving mileage, mind set The loving Just the same as before for for for Now for me and you to work, gotta validate the worth I’ll tell ya where it hurts. Tell me where I went wrong I could own up to it first. Tell ya what make me tick, Then bring it back down back to earth I know I’m under your nerves and you know you under mine I just want peace, but you don’t want my piece of mind though Mind though My loving be hard find though, find though Life goes and comes back around Merry go it fall on the ground, at least we leveled out, out Verse 2: (Dane Amar)

Chorus: I got some ops Tryna get the of best me I am the goat from islands Talking bout me In ya head rent free I am the one, come and try me Verse 1: This a tribe, this a bloodline, rooted in the waters From the bottom up. Micro? we macro Stacks flowing, never stopping always going up It’s the brand no? This aint a test, I’m just blowing up Success, wasn’t overnight, I kept showing up Always getting high, cause the L’s had me low enough Low on funds, always making plays, always roll the dice Snakes looking in my eyes, but the Score we running up Cheee, got an arsenal of songs, but im straight chilling Straight feeling myself, aye feeling myself Have the cup full, but I had to fill it myself Young snooze working hard for generational wealth Always move in silence I gotta goo stealth Fake flexin’s stale, I ain't blind you fake fucks I could read in Braille Chorus* Verse 2: I be all island, all them eyes on this Get em all excited with a sauce like this No cappy, she call me Island Boy and Daddy King sht, roamin with my reigns. Above average Hahhhh Putting islands on the map Guam boy, neighbors cooking in the trap Pipe dreams, turned to damn we living that Living that. Type beat, type dream Type to git it like that Iso-lated, I be blessed up Shout out the islands yeah we next up, Got some bars for my pars, I from where there’s sunshine, But i'm burning with the stars

Chorus: I’m too focused for this for this night life sht Night life shifts In the booth, lifetime splits Blitzed In the stu, white lines sniffs You be looking some bite sized wins, While we larger than life boy Verse 1: (STRAIGHTUPJED) Crux going kux, man he built different Always locked in man we off limits Always isolated like we Kyries Uncle drawing up the plays Delusional? We might be Aye Fuck em lames, who be shiesty Icy we ain’t tweaking (uh), sipping on our iced tea, Pure leaf, fresh, demon hours on the IG We don’t share much, cause these losers wanna try me Woo in my bag, and it’s filled up To the brim baby, we gon' stack em till the bills stuck If my name in your mouth, it’s cuz you still suck I’m just being Giannis, dunking on em built from the bucks Franchise player, we don’t want later want now I ain’t waiting on no damn free agents Work ethic, Get the bread It’s embedded 'till we make it This is the route, wrong turns help us make the right plays Chorus: Verse 2: (Oni-Wan) Life moves fast in the trap better act right I recall rolling w goons like it was last night Whisper in your ear like the devil you hear what you like You acting like we beefing bitch this ain’t a food fight I get the mood right I know you stay pressed Stay flexing for the TL while I was flexing for the press You been scared since the jump I am the king you’re the jest Smarter than Einstein never failing these tests Smoking on zaza, Squeezing her tatas Consensual of course cause I’m buying her Prada You st st st stutter I’m on the front covers Never evicted I’m in your heads I’m a problem ABT been in my blood cross island cant dodge me Southern boy through and through from the Vill grew out the concrete Stay gold live forever yall couldn’t stop me Taking everything you got even took the top seat

Edible, anotha edible Fentynal? Got no medical Center of attention. Aetna bested me this time, Effect of following the dream of stranded Intentional vinyl crack The sound of my music left me with burdens of camelbacks, Camouflage. Urban, out to fit in Erthang but the bag i'm Florida Orange trippin The weed my Scottie Pippen The number 2, i'm coughing up stats Im busy living Stacking up the accolades Im Aggravated murder On this sauce By Scott Lafleur I'm rolling on the floor Laughing bout the come up Wondering how the fuck we came up? Looking for angel numbers the devil told me to pay up I told him im at peace, 'cause my life is some sort of beta But some how it not made up The simulation breaker, Acid trippin in LA, make me go LMAO HA! It don’t make sense 3 stars and the sun and the son of Guåhan Who won? As long as i'm at bat, like on some wuhan Or Robert Pattison sht Im sticking to guns need some goo gone Fuck it yo im too gone I’ll make her pussy wettah than a dewgong I’ll make a man of you, Asian btch and she not mulan A filipina, oh yeah sino tatay mo, what she yelling, Bending over backwards While im chillin on the couch Im Kareem abdul ja barring out in my sleep I keep the faith, when I fckn leap From the jump, I was G to the OA to the T A GOAT to the tee

Chorus: Morning, morning, morning Caffeinated, and I’m zooted in the cut (Ayeee) More blunts, more bass, it’s important They say I overdo it but I’m doing nothing much Doing nothing much. Verse 1: STRAIGHTUPJED I just wanna lock in, make music Use to party in my early 20’s, but I knew the limit To the nonsense, had focus on the boss sht Had no options. Momma was a single parent Used to watch her work her ass off Now im getting M’s, watch a native blast off (Yuh) Used to overlook the boy, why the switch (up) Wake and bake, it da high life cuh Yerrr Up in tam, with the camp straight up we on the brand Got the whole place bumping, cuh we can, Blueprint, see the plans, blue faces got em bands Lemme see em fuggin hands in the air, hands in the air boi Hands in the air, hands in the air girl Cash, the affairs deal with the choke points I'm incomparable ya’ll ain’t got no choice, but to quit Verse 2: Brycecole

Chorus: I was up late, thinking bout the next move Ion keep tabs on nobodies. What da best do? Bedroom to the major leagues, we progressed too Invested to turn back woo, feeling blessed! Verse 1: New flex, living life with some newer meaning All the other rappers come and go and now they tweaking Over geeking, over nothing like they got a seat, The ops hidden up in plain sight Snakes slither in the night, stick hitting where it hurts I was charging em for perc Now I’m charging for my verses Yeah I grew up from the dirt Straight up murking my anxiety The pot is smoked and stirred On the verge of another breakthrough We done earned all em' M’s Whip is new, not the friends You got something bad to say? You a fan. You a fan of the work. I know nothing but my worth What is life? I’m the term Giving all the my blood, sweat, love and tears Skrtt Chorus Verse 2: Feeling blessed, crutch kinging, on the throne I don’t gloat, If you goated real mofuggahs know This ain’t no newwww information It’s cuh you used to da fake shit I swear it oozing with dated sauce Got enough for all of ya’ll All the salt, ya thrown at me bad for the cholesterol I could feel the energy, envy living inside of ya’ll I say that it love, I’m biting bullets, from all ya shots Bulletproof tested, I Hope ya’ll learning ya lesson ya'll Eating boy, I’m eating you a busser at my restaurant Bussin, always bussin lotta plates stacked eat it all Lotta people butt hurt, wishing I could heal em all I just put work,

Chorus; Last year had my back against the wall, now the stock up People fucking with the vision now don’t know the cost of Success, Im a Don with finesse I want all of my M’s right now, right now Verse 1: (STRAIGHTUPJED) If time is our biggest asset, It game time now Everything earned, I just had to drive to find out Wrong turns, lead me right back right on course People tell me that goated. Im like, "of course" Eating baby, I’m the main the course Ima light the blunt, where the torch at Burning hella packs of the backwoods Scheming demon time, we run the score up Ladies at the front door who pulled up Ion need distractions, but ima need some head to get ahead I just keep it straight up cuz i'm JED, thats the M/O I grew up in the ghetto side of town, but I earned my stripes Since the jump, young snooze always nice like woah! (Chorus) Verse 2: (YxngTy) Last year had my back against the wall Not i'm steady standing tall right now right now right now I don't need no distraction, hold it down for the faction Cue the lights ( cue the lights ), camera action I get the action with a passion I get to blasting, you the past tense I'm a pastor, the way im preaching I get this bread every weekend, I think i'm peaking I know they peepin'. Island boy , Yxngtyon the beat wylin You know we go hard cause we coming from the islands Whippin' in the kitchen like i'm cooking egg salad Hopped up on the beat and started pushing like a dolly

Verse 1: Gelato rolled up Got a bottle of the Jack pour up That be life when this rap sht all that you love, Everything around you nothing but numb. Late nights losing sleep up in HQ I’ve been clean for while. I’ve been great too How you been huh? Been feeling better bout myself as of late Faith got me through the trouble There be bags I need to chase And at the end of the tunnel There’s a light (uhh) told my demons let the bygones be bygones. I’ve hurt people that I never should’ve hurt Even if i didn’t mean it, still raised some concern In my heart I don’t wanna cause pain, I wanna heal with my art They got they stories But I’d rather let em talk Cause they ain’t been in my shoes Then ain’t seen what I’ve seen They ain’t been on my grind And they think they know me like damn You don’t know me you just knew who I was. Had a lot of self growth In these past few months. Had to cut some people off, cause they lost my trust. Fake friends, fake moves, even worst? Fake love. People like to disappear When they got what they want. Only wanting you to win, So they’d feel like they a part of ya come up. “Yeah I’ve been a day one” Shut up. Chorus: No I don’t want stress no more Ain’t no one impress no more Fuck clout I’ve been down that road I was hurting on the low, Now I’m Cooling up in Zen Mode On the green, cause I stopped all the benzos I was almost taken out like a bento Yeah i took this life granted now I’m laughing looking back At all bad shit I’ve done it was whack, but hope its cool in the end though Verse 2: For the first time I ain’t got no drama All the sht for the birds, all that’s on my mind be the mental health and commas I got too much on the line, to not put me first Tell me what I owe again? I don’t know All of dis entitlement, It ain’t cool I got the juice, I got the sauce Tell what ya value isn’t once more I got too much to worry about I got goals Too much I’m burning the clock, I be cold in my heart If my sanity gone, at the cost of couple of streams Then at least my ass finished the song (fuck) It's all good, you know me man it's all love, But do you really know me? Do you really know me? Chorus: No I don’t want stress no more Ain’t no one impress no more Fuck clout I’ve been down that road I was hurting on the low, Now I’m Cooling up in Zen Mode On the green, cause I stopped all the benzos I was almost taken out like a bento Yeah i took this life granted now I’m laughing looking back At all bad shit I’ve done it was whack, but hope its cool in the end though