DEDEDO FREESTYLE / TAGALU Lyrics

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

F*ck 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 got em all set sh*t

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

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

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

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

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