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NO TITLE - Track 5 [Makeda] featuring Ra'Shaun

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NO TITLE - Makeda feat. Ra'Shaun

• LATE SUMMERS • OUT NOW • 
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Prod. @jonahlchristian
Feat. @heyamine

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Vice feat. Aminé

Produced By Phoelix
Jasp on the engineering

a loosie from me and the guys

Jagged Edge w Phoelix & Qari

First single from my album, Grown Ass Kid.
℗ Secret Door
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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

Unreleased joint. Prod. by: @legekale @@ianmckee @waxroof @kevchoice

Ciscero - On Track (with Elujay)

Devil's Pie EP coming soon.

Goldlink - @goldlink 
April George of April + Vista - @aprilandvista
Cheakity - @Cheakity 
Supah Mario - @supah-mario
misterneek - @misterneek

Function (feat. Goldlink & Cheakaity)

1st single from Basi & Mvck (@yeamvck) as NU

Apple Music: https://itunes.apple.com/us/album/if-mama-knew-love-single/1355426473 

Spotify: https://open.spotify.com/album/7yXi2GYPUUUF5Kih0HExP1

Tidal: https://listen.tidal.com/album/85400896

If Mama Knew Love

If Mama Knew Love - Nu *Basi & Mvck* (prod Andrew Bearford)

New Life Crisis / All Alone (Feat. Vic Mensa, theMind, Julian Bell, Will Miles)

Scuba (2017)

This song is dedicated to all my ex flings....

Lyrics:

 [Hook]

Heard you got a job
I ain’t seen ya moms in a minute 
I ain’t tryna get up in ya business
But I hope that shit work out for you

Hope that shit work out for you
Hope that shit work out for you
Work out for you

Wasn't in the cards
It was all love in the ending
Ion really like how it finished
But I hope that shit work out for you

Hope that shit work out for you
Hope that shit work out for you
Work out for you
 
[Verse]
I ain't tryna get in your business
I ain’t tryna get in your graces
Girl I ain't lying, I ain't never ran with the pride
Got enough sins in my life
Was it even worth it
We were never perfect
But 
Time don't give reimbursements
Can we stop acting and close this curtain,
Cause What we had, was just rehearsal,
So 
Tell me did you pass that class,
Did you pledge delta
Move southwest after that?
Tell me about thing with your dad
Hope he doing well
I hope y'all made more than y'all had 
You became a dentist 
Me? I'm just a wordsmith
You about business
Im about verses
Oh
By time you hear this song, I just might come along and say

[Hook]

Heard you got a job
I ain’t seen ya moms in a minute 
I ain’t tryna get up in ya business
But I hope that shit work out for you

Hope that shit work out for you
Hope that shit work out for you
Work out for you

Wasn't in the cards
It was all love in the ending
Ion really like how it finished
But I hope that shit work out for you

Hope that shit work out for you
Hope that shit work out for you
Work out for you

WORK OUT FOR YOU

3-0-Whop
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