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Alexander Wang || Vic Mensa, Michael Anthony, Dott Tahli, Sean Deaux,

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"Sometimes, things change for the best. "Quest Luv" was the easiest song for me to write on the E.D.G.E EP, because of it's personal nature which allowed me to delve into a more vulnerable side of myself, drawing out the substance and content. 
OTG brought the right vibe, Tilla brought the right emotion to the record, which is why it works so well." - Little Simz

Produced by OTG.
Featuring Tilla.
Written by Little Simz.

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Quest Luv Ft. Tilla [Prod. OTG]

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On The Edge [Prod. OTG]

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Saur-Renity Rap-Tiles (Interlude) [Prod. Sango]

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Time Travels (ft. Tilla, Chuck20 X Josh Arcé) [Prod. High Frequency]

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Rain [Prod. Kaytranada]

HeadAss [Prod by Kaytranada]

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brandUn Deshay - Yung N' on da comeup (Lehvi Remix)

Artwork by JoshhMadeIt
Mixed and Mastered by Don "Hullio" Outten

Heartless Sonata

"This joint was created in Monte's living room when it start getting cold, but you know everything we do feel like summer." -  Jay2

Lyrics:

I want chinchilla 
In the summer time 
I got her sweatin like it's summer time 
Bitch I'm too hot 
It feel like summer time
Get away 
get away 
We steady shinnin 
So don't come for mine 
I got da potion and it's number 9 
She tryna snatch my soul 
Jump in line 
It's okay it's okay 
Pull out the camera I'm recording 
This got me feelin so important 
Look all dis dope I got imported 
Look at it - X3
Yeah 
Comeback like 4 5 Micheal Jordan 
 24 dash board on
Jeff Gordan
Members when 
I could not a afford it 
different world 
You might never get it

•verse• 
Cancel that 
Bitch I feel like nino 
Touhin down 
I'm like Dan Marino
She got that 
Neck unlike benzino  
Different race 
I live in the matrix 
I went back to basics 
Put kicks on 

and fly like Calvin Cambridge
Kill the game 
William Macy
shameless 
No complaints 
Whip no ceilin
Brainless 
I'ma star 
She throw it like Troy Aikmen 
Handlebar 
Pull out the camera 
Slice like a samurai
Her lips on Angela 
I' m from where scammers come up 
Turn to path finders 
Move to LA and start fuckin 
these 
black chynas
Hoes move there too when you see'em 
They act like her 
Do what I can 
Don'tchu ever 
Misconstrue it 
I feel like Shannon sharpe 
I'm undisputed 
Yo shit start playin 
crowd get uninfluenced 
She wan display her assets 
Oh let's do it 
My squad dem boyz i
That money talk so fluent 
I'm the new Carter 
Only Carter 2 
It's food in my plate 

Like I paid Martha Stewart 
You wanna debate 
I live round them shooters 

Like Steph my teammate 
Shit ain't new to me 
I been ran the relay 
Play this for yo shorty 
She spamming replay 
Blow by the O 
Right before it's TK

Knock pussy out 
She don't want no rebate 
I got on purple like CJ 
I put them hours in 
Member those countless nights
Ain't even shower then 
Now I'm tippy top 
Niggas look sour then
I'm t'n up on you 
We just a hour in  
I gave myself a ring 
I'm lookin out the lense 
Hope you remembered me 
That shit don't matter now
Cuz my pockets now yeah 



•Verse 2•
This be the Jet Li 
the one They came her for 
Hope
 it's my dome 
that you niggas aimin for 
You want the top 
Sorry that's my occupation 
I gtta testify 
my late registration 
Im with the shit no hesitation
Game on saturation 
Calmly meditated 
I'm the vaccination 
Y'all on lack a daisic 
Came from absolutely nothin 
You know I had to say it 
We cause the chaos 
Don't have to say much 
You halfway gangin
Its fuck you pay us
Trialblaze the city
And they all try chase us
I'm here for the flex 
sorry 
That's how I came up 
I'm in club 
Where it's only MVPs 
I feel like drake 
They wan drain my energy 
Be wit the guys 
But stay 

close to enemies 
They say I'm cold something like the winter be






We just be 
Savin up 
We don't lose sleep for plays 
Everyday waking up 
Try make the most of the days

Lyrics End.


Artwork: @iArtSometimes
Recorded By: Jeffrey Thompson
Mixed & Mastered By: Elton "L10mixedit" Chueng

ChinChilla [Prod. By Monte Booker]

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