MumboSauceOnMyWings I'm still a DMV nigga Mumbo sauce on my wings Taking pictures down Adams in my Jeremy Scott wings I been in up New York hustling for my county Hyattsville I got you Even though that some doubt me They be saying I'm cool but they ain't fuck a nigga Then I start getting poppin Now these rollers they rolling Got ya girl and she going hoing Ace of Spade for my team Sippin for the dream bout to get zoned Shawty want wanna picture but she use to go in on my shit I wish a niggaz would say Cardo couldn't flow? Won't shock me though And these fake friends call me incognito Few things about me I'll tell u like this I'm dreamer I hate sceamers I do it for my fam.. Can't forget my mother Kim My pops taught me keep it moving Couldn't move bricks so i move music My ex prolly hating bout to see me make it Been doin it for some time now Back in the day they called me Lil Bow Wow Man that shit got me bitches Nowadays I get the pussy off the flow & models love me cuz my dimples I'm tryna live civil but sucka niggaz Got me contradicting One day I'm bout peace next day I want the pistol Pray to god to protect me Hoping that he resurrect me when it's over Camo bandannas cuz I'm fuckin solider I been chasing this dream since the age of 16 Folding clothes at gap Still rockin the skinnys and they Balmain bra lamb skin on my jacket If you got it I had it Bammas talk shit when they thinking posites is fashion I been workin on low.. Heard em say i couldn't blow... They said Cardo couldn't spit! But bitch I'm rappin with a lisp!! -DRE- Cardo never know where that hook at -Repeat X- -CARDO- A where that hook at Dre? Where that hook at? -Repeat X- This suppose to be my intro can't seem find that hook tho D.G keep recording I'm so turnt up I thought heard a dinosaur Giving opinions Old friends rattling cages I'm 22 but ya father old lady texting me baby If I'm lying dying Cardo lookin like fountain of youth Dream killers use to tell me what I couldnt do Manager calling my phone cause I'm never going to work But I was working in stu I ain't trying be selling shit for another rich mutafucka Living miserable talkin bout what I could but I didn't do Ima make it happen I'm KIM SON

Mercedez -Verse 1- called my man up told him i got a bad bitch her name Mercedez from the heights she like 5'6 pretty brown skin & Dominican A fashion broad yo i met her up in saks fifth she waz rockin Y-3 I told her hey bay she replied like wassup I told her you is who I Wanna get to know she agreed, cool convo so I took her out got a couple drinks took her home no hug goodbye but she let me bone -Hook- Im feeling this lady by the name of Mercedez but the first day I met her she let me ride in Mercedez Im loving her style & fell in love with her smile but Them niggaz then had her I tell my niggaz they trippin they tell me Let that ho go, Let that ho go Let her go, Let that ho go (A Cardo!) Let that ho go, Let that ho go Let her go, Let that ho go -Verse 2- bone bone bone bone but yeah she let me bone I don't know what to do somebody send me a clue And I tried to tell my hommies but them niggaz just laugh Err body knew the ho which made feel bad Contemplating in my mind got me going crazy Make her my old lady cause the head was wavy Not the mention her face not to mention her thighs around away girl and I'm around away guy so fuck it -Hook- Im feeling this lady by the name Mercedez But the first day I met her she let me ride in Mercedez Im loving her style & fell in love with her smile but Them niggaz then had her I tell my niggaz they trippin they tell me Let that ho go, Let that ho go Let her go, Let that ho go (A Cardo!) Let that ho go, Let that ho go Let her go, Let that ho go -Bridge- A Cardo!, A Cardo!, A Cardo! A Cardo!, A Cardo! Let that ho go, Let that ho go, Let that ho go Let that ho go -Repeat X-

LetterToMyDream -Verse 1- My own culture wanna take me check me out Tall ass kid wit dimples Will Smith complexation Man do you how it feel to be In the chocolate city but red as Al. B Sure! I can't front yeah It got me the ho's But look I can't lie I ain't never fit in on the block Couldn't never sell snow like Young Jezzy Hustle & Ambition was something that intrigued me & it always went like that Loving music had me starting to rap Even if my shit was hot niggaz said It was wack Dream killers cameas I discovered yo ass But fuck you are my dream you got me this far I grew, my niggaz didn't I left, my city didn't Now they see me different You made me cut em They ain't believe in me Siting here contemplating what did you see in me? -Hook- Because ah.. you never really gave a fuck.. About my hommies all you wanted was me Picked me up when they knocked me down.. Dark & lonely for this fuckin dream You don't know the paranoia nigga, yeah Not do it big I rather fuckin die dream you gonna be the death of me But the only thing that I can be -Verse 2- Niggaz staring more then these bitches So Im thinking no homo But I get the picture, I fucked society I grew up with a father figure Preached ontology on music, Cardo born into it Learned how to be king from a king himself These niggaz born without a king so they teach themselves In return No structure in my fuckin hood Ignorance a son.. bitch But it's all good.. So now you gotta see the real fuckin problem They don't hate me They don't hate me they hate the Y-3's Ill be like them if I didn't have him Pops would beat my ass if I ever can't I manifested music & he showed me you'll I thought we grew a lil bit But my city make me feel big Saying N.Y.C Got me feeling real B.I.G But I'm same Y.C -Bridge- And you know.. And you know.. And you know.. It's fucked up -Repeat X- -Hook- You never really gave a fuck.. About my hommies all you wanted was me Picked me up when they knocked me down.. Dark & lonely for this fuckin dream You don't paranoia nigga, Yeah Not do it big I rather fuckin die dream you gonna be the death of me But the only thing that I can be