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"Back In Office" 
From the private collection of Saba and No I.D. 
Written by: Saba 
Produced by: No I.D.

[Lyrics]
Written by: Tahj Malik Chandler and Ernest Dion Wilson 
Young Sabastian, back in office 
Slipped outta the back in back in a flying saucer 
Cristela where we at? Declining offers 
I hear niggas rap and can make salsa 

Tomato Tomato it’s all sauce less 
This feel like draino to y’all faucets 
Superhero, this my negro solstice flow 
They hear my shit and then adopt it like a foster home 
My granny working hard, the main person I call up on 
Gold chain hang from my collar bone 
I was the same guy in her college dorm 
And I ain’t never had a college dorm 

Body like a bottle and her skin tone terracotta 
I’m from Chicago, we invented mobsters 
Some call me Saba, others call me Saba 
As long as it’s love it’s not a problem 
I fillet a voyeur, like I'm Oscar de la Hoya 
Fuck is y’all looking at? 
Hot potato oil, I can fry the game or boil 
They like fuck is y’all cooking crack?

Got niggas asking, is it jazz or is it rap?
I’m a bit imaginative I’m where the ribbon at 
In the sky I could write like Jack Kerouac
I can say anything, it don’t even have to match 
I can wear anything, it don’t even have to match 
When it comes to rap peers, I don’t even have a match
Like a smoker looking for a light patting they jacket flaps 
Raised by the old school gpa in a cadillac 
That’s 
Young Sabastian, back in office 
Slipped outta the back in back in a flying saucer 
Cristela where we at? Declining offers 

This is for the amateurs, this is what a master raps 
Some of them not amateurs, but next to me they sound like that 
My city like Gotham, but no I am not Ben Affleck
Turn your head into a fraction, yeah they will take half of that 
I am not a hunter but I grew up in that habitat 
Life a uphill battle, but for me was more a avalanche 
Stacking up the bread now I need everything I haven’t had 
Milli after milli, y’all gone hear me like i’m Bangladesh
 
Cole passed on this beat back in 2009 
I was but a young lad waiting to have my time 
knew that one day my story’d be celebrated 
I guess I’m still waiting, so fuck it imma take it 
Love myself enough, I can dodge thru the stunts 
Acting like a ruler but could never measure up 
Knew myself enough I never questioned what I was 
Manifested paradise and I was in the hood 
10 years plus now I been this good 
Honey on me now she heard about the buzz 
Sign should say keep out the dogs on a hunt
Labels tryna reach out, that’s every other month 

Young Sabastian, back in office 
Slipped outta the back in back in a flying saucer 
Cristela where we at? Declining offers 
I hear niggas rap tell em take caution

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