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[Hook]
How should I live life? (Do You)
Will I be Liked? (Do You)
Am I too nice? (Do You)
How do I know what’s right? (Do You)
How should I live life? (Do You)
Will I be Liked? (Do You)
Am I too nice? (Do You)
How do I know what’s right? (Do You)
[Verse 1]
Gotta keep it one trill every single day
Alotta people ill cuz I’m true to my ways.
I say what I mean yo I got a big mouth,
Keep it real my motto yo that’s what I’m about.
Haters gonna hate, and lovers gonna love.
I stand my ground when push comes the shove.
On the social media, I go hard like a rock.
My tagged game crazy, call me xBox.
Thankful for the talent and the skills cultivated,
These past 5 years got me feelin’ like I made it.
Every song is a message, every fan is a present.
Every day is a blessin’, every loss is a lesson.
I try to keep my life cool and drama free,
But I still got a couple people hating on me.
IDGAF I live my life true,
I’m just doing me, so you, do you.
[Hook]
[Vadell Verse]
Back in junior high people hated me with a passion,
Because I liked Michael Jackson.
I got bullied ‘cause I was the only fan in school,
But I kept my head up, and managed, to make it through.
But now that I’m done school I see things are still the same.
People will always hate on you for everything.
Even folks in your family, will envy your success.
But don’t let it bring ya down keep rising above the rest,
Of the nay sayers. They can say you’re a joke,
But pass the mic to them and just watch em choke.
They all hope to see your downfall, huh
But in the end you’re the one on the bottom standing tall.
Stay true to yourself don’t compromise your style.
Cuz they ain’t doing nothing worthwhile,
Just do you. Don’t become a carbon copy.
Cuz an original will always outlast the wannabes.
[Hook]
Verse 3:
Gotta keep it one trill every single day,
Wanna stack pay and maintain my ways.
Succeed with my rapping everybody show me love.
Chasing my passion, but man it’s so hard.
Critics on my back, say I’m tryna be black.
But they get real quiet when I kill every track.
Stack my bread, yo I ain’t no sucka.
Make my name spread, call me peanut butter.
They say I can’t spit but I brush it off quick,
Suckas talking mad –ish but my skin mad thick.
They’re tryna throw shade but my future too bright,
Young fella so fly, so lemme take flight.
[Hook]
[Outro]
Vadell: Yo Yangsta man, how did you know rap music was gonna be cool?
Yangsta: Hahaha, I didn’t know rap music was gonna be cool. I like that stuff just ‘cause I like that stuff. Vadell, why do you play video games?
Vadell: I just like doing it man, it’s what I do.
Yangsta: There you go bro, there you go.
Gotta keep it one trill every single day!
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2. |
That Stayed With Me
05:04
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When you feel like there’s nowhere else to go
When you’re exhausted from trying to overcome the struggles of life
You can always come home; there will always be a place for you here
That’s what my mama said to me, this is for my mama. Hey mama.
{Hook}
Your graceful style, that stayed with me
Your beautiful smile, that stayed with me
The way you taught, that stayed with me
Love can’t be bought, that stayed with me
The way you cook dinner, that stayed with me
The way you call me winner, that stayed with me
Your intricate care, that stayed with me
Those times we shared, will always stay with me
Verse 1:
Hey mama here’s a song for you
These past twenty years you’ve helped me through
From boy to a man, I learned to understand
How much I grew when I held your hands
Though times were tough I always had enough
You worked everyday to buy my favourite stuff
Never knew at the time pay came with grind
Ungrateful kid thought everything was mine
When dad got mad, and whooped my ass
You calmed em down, always had my back
In my younger years we didn’t have many things
And yet you gave plenty, I felt like a king
You always knew whenever something was wrong
Mama can’t be fooled always knew what’s going on
The love you gave I can never repay
So here’s a song with what I have to say.
{Hook}
Verse 2:
Hey mama I’m all grown up now
Learned life ain’t easy you gotta work to smile
You taught me right so have faith in me
I will be happy, I will succeed
I know you got a dislike for my rap life
You can’t understand why I love to grab mics
My dream is not to hold a scalpel or test tube
I wanna be a rich rap Asian dude
Not rich as in money or material possessions
But rich as in love, love for my passion
Now I’m not clownin’ money, money’s good too
I’m gonna start a business by rapping old skool
I’ve been given a blessing, by the grace of God
I’ve been given the chance to become a rap star
I’ll waste no time, I’ll gain my buzz
I’ll do just fine mama, because…
{Hook}
Verse 3:
Hey mama, you did quite well
In raising a child mama can’t you tell
I will pass all of life’s tests mama
I promise I will be the best mama
Moving to Canada did a number on you
Turned you from a bold teacher to a timid mute
But all your kind actions spoke so loud,
Won’t let it go to waste, I’ll make ya proud
I’m a real stubborn kid so I learn real slow
When you ask me to change, I always say no
You’re the first to protest when I make rap music
But when I drop a song, you listen to it.
So thank you mama for believing in me
I’ll win at life be patient and see
I know you’ll miss me when I’m out workin’ hard
But you’re always with me, a part of my heart
{Hook}
[Bridge – *Singing* In Mandarin, Chinese]
In this world, mom is the best.
A child with his mom is like a treasure.
Diving into a mother’s embrace,
Unimaginable happiness awaits.
Hey mama, I know you older Chinese folks love to get together and brag about each other’s kids and stuff.
And when somebody brags about the achievements of your kid you’re supposed to act real humble about it and stuff?
I’ll give you something to be humble about mama, make you real humble. I promise.
{Hook}
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3. |
Rules 2 the Game
03:50
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[Hook]
Rules to the game I will share with you
Rules to the game that’ll guide you through
Climb to the top what I gotta do
I’ll never stop this is my debut.
Rules to the game I will share with you
Rules to the game that’ll guide you through
Climb to the top what I gotta do
I’ll never stop this is my debut.
Verse 1:
In this rap game, if you wanna make it
You must spit the truth, you can’t fake it.
The words from your mouth must be yours alone,
‘cause the snakes and fakes the crowd won’t condone.
Climb to the top is the one and only mission,
Climb by your own self, no ass kissing.
The rules to the game, one to five.
To get past the scheming, and stay alive.
One, name your price, at the start.
I’m a rapper not a gangsta, don’t play that part.
The suburbia, is what I grew to see.
So keep the thug violence away from me.
Now don’t bite off more than you can chew,
Play the game don’t let the game play you.
Trust in self and you will succeed,
Flex too hard on the floor you’ll bleed.
[Hook]
Verse 2:
Two, you mouth, don’t talk –ish.
You know the saying, loose lips sink ships.
Word of mouth makes the world go round,
So the dirt you kick will always be found.
Three, keep your grass cut, watch for snakes.
They gon backstab once they get their big break.
Homies turned enemies when push comes the shove,
Remember fear is stronger than love.
Success breeds greed, jealousy, envy.
If Yangsta meant king then they’d all wanna be me.
Crabs in a bucket, they’ll drag me down.
If my voice ever spreads from town to town.
Four, respect, give and take.
Have love for all, till they prove they’re fake.
Recognize our hustle, and know our names.
I’m the Yangsta Asian rapper, player in the game.
[Hook]
Verse 3:
Five, tricks, don’t fall for one.
She ain’t there to hold you down, she’s there for fun.
You’ll be turned into a puppet with no mind,
You’ll be turning on your homies, she’ll make you blind.
Mad love to the real women on their grind,
But a scandalous trick, yo I got no time.
Introduced to this game with these rules to follow,
You must give to take, loan to borrow.
Stay in your own lane, collect your own gains.
Create your own fame, make your own name.
One last rule and this one’s kinda crazy,
Tribe “check the rhime” rule 4080.
[Hook] x2
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[Intro]
Ayo shine, what’s up Yang.
Ya know when I see a chick I be digging, you know what I tell em?
Watchu sayin man?
This is what I tell em.
Alright, let go.
[Chorus]
Girl I’m a fly guy, and you a fly chick.
Come on let’s kick it. (So tell me)
Watchu want from me
[Verse 1 - Yangsta]
Ayo, baby girl lemme holla for a second
My cool style you been checkin, so I reckon
You down for some Yangsta smooth seduction
Have you sprung with my spellbinding introduction.
You seem a little nervous in our conversation,
Well its probably cuz you heard about my reputation.
Mr. hundred numbers, the smooth talkin Asian.
Not true I’ll remove your hesitation.
That’s a rumor made up by the haters cuz,
They jealous of a winner, with the big bucks.
So roll with the Yangsta it’s always a win.
Gimme your rating, 20 out of 10.
Come on ya girl, I know you’re feelin me bad.
You’re smiling at me, I see, so I smile back.
I know it takes time, you got questions on your mind.
But you’ll get to know me, one step at a time.
[Chorus]
[Verse 2 - Shiine]
YBS in the place and I’m chillin out
Shawty lookin fine baby how you feelin now
Ain’t seen you around cuz you from outta town
Rollin with a king baby girl I know you see the crown
Watchu want shawty is it only one night?
Got me tempted over here cuz you lookin right
Long brown hair brown eyes witcha body tight
Me you in the spotlight, gonna be a good night
Tatted up tell swag I know you like that
Light skin, real thick, that’s a fat ass
Rub it down low, and I can tell u wanna top that
Shawty at my crib if you’re gonna bite I’ll bite back
In the bed no talking cuz my words slurred
Gimme bout an hour guarantee I’ll rock your world
He’s the man? Girl I think you misheard
Ybs reputation Mr. Steal ya damn girl
[Chorus]
[Verse 3 - Yangsta]
The looks don’t make the man but man baby I’m lookin
At you up and down all around my mind is took and,
Those were the lines that I would of said
But you so fine, you make a brotha drop dead
I’m not phased though, my calm I maintain
I’m the Yangsta Asian rapper #gotgame
Come kick it with me don’t let your dad know.
Quick, gimme a kiss because I said so.
How am I doing this? My flo’s way too nice
So listen to my words, and melt like ice.
Ayo baby girl, you might be hanging with a playa.
Young kat mad fresh douche-proof to the haters.
Okay what do you say, lemme do my duty.
Mr. Yang do his thang, Bruce Lee that booty.
You know I won’t kiss and tell, J Bieber.
Ever been with an Asian man? Me neither.
[Chorus]
[Outro]
Come on, let’s cut the mind games ok? Look me in the eyes, and tell me exactly watchu want from me.
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5. |
IB Life
03:51
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[Hook]
I live the IB Life, I live the IB Life.
I live the IB life, I have no life.
I live the IB Life, I live the IB Life.
I live the IB life, I have no life.
Verse 1:
Just another day in my IB life,
I B putting in work from bright to night.
Piles of homework stacked to the ceiling,
Come on let’s face it, there’s no time for chilling.
Pages of work spread miles around,
But at least, I’m better off than Brown Pound Town.
In the IB lifestyle, sleep’s a privilege.
My eyes so heavy, I call em luggage.
I would doze when I write so many nights,
That my moms made me my own crash site.
Oppressed and messed just to reach success.
Puffing on my e-cigs take away the stress.
Yo IB’s tough, it’s mad unreal.
It made my baller basement feel like jail.
Tests and assignments, so many things.
I finally know why, the caged bird sings.
[Hook]
Verse 2:
EE, IOC make me poop out bricks
Got me screaming acronyms for free us quick.
Work everyday, my life’s so hard.
Got me mixing in cream with my glass cool-aid.
Time for work no time for par-tays,
Gotta fix my essay, for TOK.
Oh yeah, my HI’s due, so unfair.
History got me pulling out my hair.
My homegirls wanna chill but I can’t
Gotta do a paper before it kills my brain.
I’m anti-social, I need excitement.
The dates I have, are on assignments.
My life’s a battle, it’s a constant fight.
Against lady IB, whom wins every night.
Some say scholarships are perks for education,
But I call it, IB war reparations.
[Hook]
Verse 3:
Yo the IB life, wasn’t all that bad.
I sure am glad for great times I had.
I made true friends, who got my back.
Helped me with my problems, both thin and fat.
Here’s a little message for the new recruits,
When next year comes, you’ll be so dead dude.
Kiss up to your peers and teachers too,
Cuz they do what they can, to help you through.
Even though this lifestyle is driving me wild,
I still managed to keep my smile.
From my time in IB I sure did grow,
‘cause I’m not the same dude, 2 years ago.
[Hook] x2
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Yangsta Cole Harbour, Nova Scotia
A Canadian rapper with a 90s old school flavour!
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