Track name: INBOX A
Trackcode: HIP011221
Composer: Reginald Keith, Anjanie Da Artist, Benedict Obi Okigbo
アーティスト: Reginald Keith, Anjanie, Ben Obi
EAN/GTIN: 4020771205127 
ISRC: DE-B63-20-51221
Album name: HIP HOP PLANET OF THE 8Z Vol. 1
Catalogue number: HIP0112
Label: Hip Hop Shop - HIP
LC number: 85263
 ANJANIE: Hard-hitting relentless vocals set against a contrasting music backdrop creating an eargasmic experience. A Hip Hop fantasy. 130 bpm (Cmin)
Arranged and produced by Reginald Keith, Benedict Obikog & Anjanie Da Artist. Recorded and mixed at Savannah Street Music Studio, Minneapolis, MN, USA.
Musicians: Reginald Keith, Ben Obi & Anjanie
Music consultant: Elisabeth Oei
Mastered by Dale Becker, Becker Mastering, L.A., CA, USA.
Cover art: Katerina Pingiou (Photo: Jonny Stuckmayer)
Issues be in my inbox 
On me like they ankle socks 
Jealous of all a these rocks 
I tell'em stop stop stawp 
Tight like I am a dread lock 
Finer than hairs on yo jock 
They be lined up in my yard 
Like tickets on sale 
Like panties gon' drop
You got to bring a whole lot
If you wanna ride on my yacht 
I'm not impressed by you thoughts 
Spreading them buns like u hitting them squats 
I am a boss and I build 
Enjoying the view from the hills 
I'm eating good off these skills 
You borrow to pay your bills 
Quadruple threat 
I'm counting dem mills
Uncle Sam on my neck 
I told him just chill 
Amateurs look at a pro 
I finish before you say go 
Signed off on my deal 
While you screaming no no!
Wishy washy
All they do is watch me
Then me they follow follow
Now they wanna holla holla
My life is lit... lit lit
They know I'm it... it it 
One this exquisite 
Top shelf 
L'il baby can't get it it
My life is lit... lit lit
They know I'm it... it it 
One this exquisite 
Top shelf 
L'il baby can't get it it
Issues be in my inbox 
On me like they ankle socks 
Jealous of all a these rocks 
I tell'em stop stop stawp 
Tight like I am a dread lock 
Finer than hairs on yo jock 
They be lined up in my yard 
Like tickets on sale 
Like panties gon' drop
You disarrayed
Like look at you bae 
Feelings all over the place
Flexing on the gram with a fan base but ya head based in his shorts 
Now you looking like you lost 
Can't see beyond sex drugs and alcohol 
Should have never sold your soul 
For a hitter with a cost too high 
Oh my you know you is a lie 
I'm not the one 
To sit around bump'n my gums 
'Bout nothing that don't involve cash in lump sums 
Energy lifted can't tend to you bums 
Told you the secret you wanna play dumb 
You really could leave you don't need him to come 
All my real women know 
We don't hang with fakes 
We don't play with dates 
Or entertain fellas who give us heart breaks 
Let me burn up this sage 
Gotta send off the hate
I swear I smell a broke fella
Ahh Choooo!
Now get out my face!!!