lowk shit

head full of braids...

eastbound

another day gone [prod. adé hakim]

loveship [empathy]

give love a try!

never thought i'd be one to cry like this

enchantment [feat. MIKE]

machete

thank you to the community and everyone involved who made this project possible! 

medhane.bandcamp.com/album/ba-suba-ak-jamm
open.spotify.com/album/29kSNsr6TdxLKa4fw8XCJl

BA SUBA AK JAMM
 
1. MedTypeBeat! prod. slauson malone 
2. Clouds prod. lastnamedavid 
3. Garden prod. dj blackpower 
4. AiteDen prod. laron & tony seltzer 
5. Days prod. Budgie 
6. DeyShootin prod. Stoney 

alternate cover by Jasper Marsalis

Garden video - www.youtube.com/watch?v=7EFf30bibxU&feature=youtu.be

BA SUBA AK JAMM

crows prod. dibiase

carlos [feat MIKE]

shine on me! [feat MIKE]

deathmask . . .

apprehension

aye aye
prod. yang

feelin out of touch
moving for the times that i was stuck
i was up feelin out of luck
can’t feel it whens it bottled up 
moms say i move the way my father does 
look what trauma does 
prolly why i chalk em up
move autonomous of fuck shit
mind move faster than the months did 
heart pumping, told myself it’s nothing 
trudging through the marsh
niggas frontin like they feel me 
lookin for the real me 
niggas need the real cream
problems in the past
get that moment make it last 
seen enough to know it could be over in flash
isolated tryna focus on a bag
know them other missions leave you hopeless on the ave 
brodie rollin pack
pressure on me ion crack 
trials and tribulations but i keep my head intact

always

special thanks to Chris Keys for supplying the beautiful chords :)

For Avin (prod. by Ovrkast)

qpid prod. Cheflee

HOW U KNOW?

fruitless attempts to put a finger on a memory, 
grams and grabba really meddle with remembering, 
everything copacetic, defeating darkness like i know the method, 
knew the ending before they rolled the credits, 
pictures on my wall, pictures like reminders of my flaws, tryna see it all, 
tried to blind me with the fog, i’m a trying machine, 
if it’s love keep it honest with me, 
laid up like maybe this time i believe, 
plenty pollen but my sinuses clean, 
winter turn to spring still, 
in the crib but i remember how the breeze feel, 
steady speed still we move up, 
keep spinning like the wheels on the bus, 
why my skin full of cuts? 
smoking pressure do the spliff with the rum, 
make decisions thru the schisms i replenish my cup, 
i knew my ceiling wasn’t real that’s why we still goin up, like elevators 
ginger tea with the echinacea, 
broadway junction catch me running up the escalator, 
to the platform, think you nice but you ain’t that strong, 
hit the mission soon as my my feet hit the asphalt, 
walking light on glass floors, 
talking hot but how you speaking wit a glass jaw, 
some my niggas really tap jaws, thinking bout the days, 
we was splitting profit making plays, 
shout my brother nate he know the game, 
caleb he was wit me thru the rain, 
musta had a vision cus he knew before it came, that was just the other day....

lowk shit

Lucca Hutson