@VicMensa @Makinitclassic @DonnieTrumpet @Benhixon Dott Tahli 
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Alexander Wang || Vic Mensa, Michael Anthony, Dott Tahli, Sean Deaux,

Download: https://iamciscero.bandcamp.com

Kids Wear Crowns EP coming soon. 

Special Thank You to Diggs Duke. 

Produced by: Shaad Huron

Additional vocals and Sample by: Diggs Duke 

Kids Wear Crowns feat. Mannywellz and Asante

NEW SHIT
SS2 SOON
  
LYRICS:
Riding and smoking the heaviest sedative//
I need some medicine //
Maybe the reverend
 know i be sinning im better than//
Grandmama think that im heaven sent
 bars is angelic so it aint no settling//
Suing the fakes// poppin the jakes
 emmanuel givin out settlements
Calls from the gentleman
they be so feminine
thats why im back on the benjamins
and ...i/// hate to be so materialistic
but, why// they smearin lipstick all on my dick

i try to keep it cool but ya so damn rude
til u read the news & see them ravyn bout the baby like im in my moon shoes
u see this rocket so damn crash proof
so drop the roof  // i got nun to prove
they said im falling off whoa
in the no gravity zone
physics so well known, you shoulda stuck to books
pawn ass nigga tryna school the rook
givin out emmys cuz dey actin up
say u up  necks but im casting crooks
dont look too fast
you might catch da hook

bitch dont call my name
cuz u dont know me
even though im riding slowly
bitch dont call my name
you can't approach me
even though im riding slowly


Mostly mainly I been moody makin
Music motivation movin me to move on

But these lil Niggas neeedy naggin
never knowin nothing
Now I need for u to move on

I keep my
Open options
and I'm
over outsiders Bitchn
out loud
 y'all really need to move on

I Got this lil pxxxy Poppin
Potna possibly she prolly
Got potential for me to move on

And it's straight
A hunnit agents on my line no mixtape
Email lookin like my TL gettin paid
A blunt a day won't do I usually smoke a whole 8th
Wholesale 225 for da zip bae
Hmu if u tryna get straight
Give thanks
Errday I wake up to a big plate
Bitches tryna spoon cut em off w a switch blade
Doin all that talk
show hoe
Dis ain't Rick Lake
Look at steez my geez u won't believe it
Cold blood nigga like how I'm not anemic

Been broke so long first check I fuck round catch Maserati fever

Mane my bitch so bad moe bad den puppies when u leave em

Still fuck these politicitins
Sit down on pledge allegence
My roster fulla killas
Big Dogs akitas


Dont Kall My Name w/Smino || prod. by THEMPEOPLE

"if it comes back..."

produced by Matt McGhee
additional production by @MalikTheArtiste

Matt McGhee - Sunstorm

Another crazy vibed out night w/ Monte is what created this.

Mixed & Masted by Elton "L10MixedIt" Chueng at Classick Studios (Chicago, IL)

Cover art and creative direction by Sean Williams.

All Night [Prod. By Monte Booker]

(prod @aarondeux)

LYRICS: https://genius.com/Grown-adolescence-yes-lyrics

@isaiahg-1 and @aarondeux operate under the moniker "Grown Adolescence." YES is the first single from the two's collaborative self-titled EP, a coming of age song released on Isaiah's 20th birthday in which the two reach back to their Chicago roots. Expect much more music from the two in the near future going forward into 2017. #YEP

YES (Ft. Saba)- Grown Adolescence (IsaiahG & Aaron Deux)[Prod. Aaron Deux]

Lady Luck
(M. McGhee)
Produced by Matt McGhee
Additional Vocals by Cal Rips
Recorded, Mixed & Mastered by Matt McGhee

Sweat / Lady Luck - Single

Lady Luck

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

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)

Stefan Ponce - Exception / Low Rider SpaceCoupé (Feat Mick Jenkins, Jean Deaux & theMind)

Written & Performed by Clairmont The Second

Prod. by Clairmont The Second
Mixed & Mastered by Clairmont The Second