Fair note this started buggin lol #BARSSSS

That background singer sounded beautiful 

#SmellinLikeAReUp

officially been out for 1 year.


Additional Vocals by Romiti
Bass Guitar by Bryan Schwaller

Mixed & Mastered by Clinton "HeadAche" Walker III at Classick Studios in Chicago, IL.



Smellin Like A Re-Up (Prod By Monte Booker)

Lyrics: https://genius.com/Mari-colorful-living-lyrics
Website: http://mari.world

Produced by Mari
Mastered by L10MixedIt (@l10mixedit)

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Colorful Living

HENNESSY FEAT. WEST BANKS & MAEVE ALEXANDER

ME•N•U
mixed by Bryan Schwaller at Classick Studios, 
additional production by THEMpeople, 
thanks for a million plays on kolors!

menu (prod by monte booker)

produced by galacticboogey
@kingharrisII @klutchnorris

do it to it.

because we all kould use some good ass wings in times like these....

wings what you get when you decide to rise above ya situations...
how i felt the whole time writing this song...

really love yall mane. thank u for supporting thus far. 
and my best friend/bro mane monte..shit is really a pleasure kreating with u.

mixed by Elton "L10" Chueng at Classick Studios.

Bass by Matthew SKillz

Kajun Lyrics

hook

you are
one in 3 million 
greed killin me 
got a taste for u
like popeyes
krispy wings 
extra kajun
special cassion
drive thru
lemme serve you
serve u up
lift ya skrrrrt
swerve ya kurves
hit da herbs 
swwooooo
hmmm
its a virtue
find ya chill
on da real
drama kills 
tryna build 
ooh 

Verse 1

dollar bill uh
dollar bill
oohhh
thinking bout my tub mans  
tryna stack for 2022
still regretting wat cha u didn’t do 
plz don’t tell me what i shouldn’t do 
ooh 
its a youth world
dumb girls w/ smart phones
lame/skum bumb niggas gassed for what they got on
member when niggas got they respeck
for how day put on
and bitches aint like bein kalled bitches 
its different 
these days i feel like a electrician 
kuz chickens be licking all on da cord 
to be extensions 
main shockingly bad
electrocute really 
and if her friends wanna hop in da bed 
Da rubber glove wit me 

hook

you are
one in 3 million 
greed killin me 
got a taste for u
like popeyes
krispy wings 
extra kajun
special cassion
drive thru
lemme serve you
serve u up
lift ya skrrrrt
swerve ya kurves
hit da herbs 
swwooooo
hmmm
its a virtue
find ya chill
on da real
drama kills 
tryna build 
ooh 

Bridge (Jean Deaux)

There's no use for hesitation 
or for u to think twice,
when it comes to happiness 
you gotta do what you like (repeat)


i got no advice for u do what you like to do (repeat)



Kajun

Kajun (feat. Jean Deaux & Phoelix)

Romans 7:21

-prod by Daoud and Saba
-trumpet by Herbie One

On Apple Music: https://itunes.apple.com/us/album/there-you-go-single/id1270816137

On Spotify: https://open.spotify.com/album/6OObIGDZfZvg3jFebYG8xV

On Tidal: https://tidal.com/track/77365207

On Google Play: https://play.google.com/store/music/album/Saba_There_You_Go?id=Bhjgbohrcie5727ctdizvspnla4

There You Go [Prod. by Daoud & Saba]

First single from my album, Grown Ass Kid.
℗ Secret Door
----------
Credits:
Produced by Cam O'bi 
Additional production & arrangement by Dee Lilly
Recorded by Nick Breton @ Truth Studios; Don "Hullio" Outten & Elton Cheung @ Classick Studios
Mixed by Elton Cheung, Dee Lilly, Cam O'bi
Mastered by Bernie Grundman
Artwork by David Silverstein
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Lyrics
[Chorus]
How come I can't do what fuck I want do
How come, how come
Tryna get this skraight no damn hot comb through
How come, how come
Weavin' through the naps, dreams been on hold
since my cradle hit the flo
tender head, my denim skrong
Yea, yea, yea, yeaaaaaah

[Verse 1: Cam O'bi]
Remember when I was a kiddo
growin' up in the middle
windows lining my smile, silver teeth underneath my pillow
a nigga had a nappy head like a Brillo pad
sister said I need to do somethin' about them beedy-beed naps
snackin' on Andy Capp's with a pickle and a quarter water
walked in the barbershop asked me what I wanted 
I told that man I wanted to look like Superman,
but when he had the long hair
you know, kinda like Michael Jackson?
The damn barber just started laughin'.
I cried as he gave me that bald fade.
Afro puffs hit the flo', symbolic of shedding my innocense
I guess I thought they were magicians or alchemists
or mathematicians 
with algebraic calculus algorithms designed to cure me of my nappiness
like a perm burned off my happiness
I sat silently acquiescent
pitfalls of adolescence 
spitballs and scrabble sessions and tattle-tales
playing around in the hallway like one of Santa's elves
"You wanna goto jail?" 
"Hell naw, mister security!", got sent to the principal for my potty mouth 
talkin' bout some "give me your number so we can call the house" 
but gimme got shot, so the ink staining my record now
you pull a comb thru my afro that shit'll crackle like a bowl full of Rice Krispies
rollin' my innocence in a cigarillo like

[Chorus]
How come I can't do what fuck I want do
How come, how come
Tryna get this skraight no damn hot comb through
How come, how come
Weavin' through the naps, dreams been on hold
since my cradle hit the flo
tender head, my denim skrong
How come, how come
How come I can't say what fuck I want say
How come, how come
Tender braids, but I can't make my eyes rain
How come, how come
Yanked straight from my naps, dead on my comb
When my cradle hit the flo' 
Tender head, my genes on swole
Yea, yea, yea, yeaaaaaaah

[Verse 2: Smino]
I don't wanna sing the
Star-spangled banner, 'less it's produced by David Banner
elbows on the lunch table, eatin on a gravy sammich 
lil' nigga no table manna's
crazy it attracted shawty's 
on the back of the bus gettin' neck had a knack fuh noggin'
lil' nick at nighttime
googlin' booty, beauty illusions polluted and deep-rooted in my mind
my block was a rubix
anywhere you turned, the shit was hot around the clock 
and they could not ice cube it
damn
mama I don't like this school shit, 
fuck a logarithm, I'll log into the music
damn
daddy I don't like this school shit
I beat the desk until my knuckles bleed
all my teachers think I'm challenged mentally
but my mental skrong, know who I wanna be,
instantly began a surgery
bada-bing, voila!, made wings wit the words Hallelujah, yah bitch, yah!
all my blessings came when I accepted I'm not y'all
I been put it down the line like laundry
they told find something more concrete
now a lil' nigga breakin' concrete
praises to God I ain't no convict
they'll never take away my confidence

[Chorus]
How come I can't do what fuck I want do
How come, how come
Tryna get this skraight no damn hot comb through
How come, how come
Weavin' through the naps, dreams been on hold
since my cradle hit the flo
tender head, my denim skrong
How come, how come
How come I can't say what fuck I want say
How come, how come
Tender braids, but I can't make my eyes rain
How come, how come
Yanked straight from my naps, dead on my comb
When my cradle hit the flo' 
Tender head, my genes on swole
Yea, yea, yea, yeaaaaaaah

Grown Ass Kid

TenderHeaded ft. Smino

#ITCO (Chopped + Screwed) is finally here and I'm happy to present it to you. Sango has been a "long-time" friend of mine (like 3-4 years lol) since I discovered him and Soulection back in 2013 I've been a supporter and DJing their stuff as much as I could. I'm happy to see their progress over the years and excited to see where they go from here. I, myself, am still djing and about to graduate from college so I'm just happy to celebrate the music that got me through it with y'all. Chopping & Screwing is something that originated from my city and I wanted to spread it as much as I could with the coming generations and wanted to do something different from just straight rap music. This is officially my first "electronic" album I've chopped so yeah lol.

Much love to all my supporters and everyone that has inspired me to continue doing what I love.

Follow: @sangobeats x @dj-sir-crks
xx

TenderHeaded ft. Smino

Cam O'bi

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