D'ANGELO, WHY DID YOU GO?
Sing us one more song!

I king of Neo-Soul, one of my biggest Male Inspirations. Gone too soon. 
This is for you D'Angelo

I wrote this song the other day when D'Angelo died. I was really sad. 
I use lyrics from a few of my favorite #Dangelo songs. 
Let me know if you catch some. 

This is an unmixed demo idea the #1033 song I've written
The beat is by @4souls @seva
Lyrics and Melodies by me @mignonfarmani

This one hit really hard!
#RIPDANGELO

D'Angelo

shout out zero nem

shout out lil monte he a savage

shout out lil bari

shout out my boy Jamal aka Elton "L10Mixedit" Chueng for the mix

Shout out classick studios

shout out hassanihamiltion x Sick Pussy

shop with bro over at www.hassanihamilton.com

RAW (Prod by Monte Booker)

Dont have no babies to this song...or do... its all good 

LYRICS 
I dont do innanet
I dont do indirect 
When I see you, you give me that feelin like socks on the ceiling 
we bouta go inna back
I know that my sin in tact 
Expensively intimate
It might be a little tax
he want it for the free
Oh, where the fun in that?
imma toss u the fee 
aint no refunding that
Im giving u fevers like summer back 
surfin ya hands like its summer jam 
I got the bass for the drummer pack
I light a match to the dumbest gas
u would think it was a bum in class
roll with the wolves in the highest grass
and oh its a full moon
abc-eent you all alone
d-light when you hit my phone
I aint got no minutes tho
but they say when you in Rome
Let the locals put you on

hook: Me gone lay you down to sleep
With tough love and a lot of U-N-O
You gone feel these x-y-z's
Until the sun creepin up to the window 

SMINO
If I had a chance to teach a real nigga boot camp
I could fuck around and sell a book on this shit like food stamps
Panaram around me, only fam around me 
Been in good mood, u could fall through
Like phones in the front seat 
Lemme know when to call you 
V-I at the W 
Discussing xyz with you
Got my cleats on and Im diggin you
Ready for whatever, in the field no helmet,
 stepping warrior girl when I shoot Im Stephen
Wam bam thank you ma'am
I give you this mammogram for the free
Cant swim you bound to drizzown
Menace the dennis (dentist) I'll whiten ya teeth 
Smoking these papers you biting them sheets
The only we is the weed 
I cant be what you want me 
To be, capiche?

Hook


XYZ w/ Smino (prod. by THEMPEOPLE)lyrics in description

because we all kould use some good ass wings in times like these....

wings what you get when you decide to rise above ya situations...
how i felt the whole time writing this song...

really love yall mane. thank u for supporting thus far. 
and my best friend/bro mane monte..shit is really a pleasure kreating with u.

mixed by Elton "L10" Chueng at Classick Studios.

Bass by Matthew SKillz

Kajun Lyrics

hook

you are
one in 3 million 
greed killin me 
got a taste for u
like popeyes
krispy wings 
extra kajun
special cassion
drive thru
lemme serve you
serve u up
lift ya skrrrrt
swerve ya kurves
hit da herbs 
swwooooo
hmmm
its a virtue
find ya chill
on da real
drama kills 
tryna build 
ooh 

Verse 1

dollar bill uh
dollar bill
oohhh
thinking bout my tub mans  
tryna stack for 2022
still regretting wat cha u didn’t do 
plz don’t tell me what i shouldn’t do 
ooh 
its a youth world
dumb girls w/ smart phones
lame/skum bumb niggas gassed for what they got on
member when niggas got they respeck
for how day put on
and bitches aint like bein kalled bitches 
its different 
these days i feel like a electrician 
kuz chickens be licking all on da cord 
to be extensions 
main shockingly bad
electrocute really 
and if her friends wanna hop in da bed 
Da rubber glove wit me 

hook

you are
one in 3 million 
greed killin me 
got a taste for u
like popeyes
krispy wings 
extra kajun
special cassion
drive thru
lemme serve you
serve u up
lift ya skrrrrt
swerve ya kurves
hit da herbs 
swwooooo
hmmm
its a virtue
find ya chill
on da real
drama kills 
tryna build 
ooh 

Bridge (Jean Deaux)

There's no use for hesitation 
or for u to think twice,
when it comes to happiness 
you gotta do what you like (repeat)


i got no advice for u do what you like to do (repeat)



Kajun

Kajun (feat. Jean Deaux & Phoelix)

"Church / Liquor Store"
Written and Performed by Saba
Featuring Noname
Produced by Cam O'bi
Additional Vocals by Akenya 
Additional bass by Benjamin J Shepherd
Recorded by James Musshorn at Red Bull Studio LA
Mixed and Mastered by Matt Wheeler
Noname Vocals Engineered by Elton "L10" Chueng at Classick Studios
www.sabapivot.com

Bucket List Project

Church / Liquor Store (Feat. Noname) [Prod. by Cam O'bi]

Pecans

Pecans (feat. Terrace Martin)

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

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

"Colbert"
Vocals // Joseph Chilliams, Frsh Waters, Saba
Producer // Daoud, squeakPIVOT
Mixed & Mastered // Papi Beatz

Listen to You Can't Sit With Us on all streaming platforms // http://smarturl.it/PivotGang

You Can't Sit With Us tracklist //
01. Death Row
02. Colbert
03. Mortal Kombat (ft. Kari Faux)
04. Hero
05. Bad Boys (ft. Smino)
06. Bible
07. No Vest (ft. Mick Jenkins)
08. Clark Kent
09. Studio Ground Rules
10. Edward Scissorhands (ft. Jean Deaux)
11. Mathematics (ft. Femdot)
12. Jason Statham, Pt. 2
13. Carnival (ft. Sylvan LaCue & Benjamin Earl Turner)

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Colbert [Prod. Daoud & squeakPIVOT]

Noname, Smino, Saba are Ghetto Sage

"Häagen Dazs"
Produced by @prodxvzn
Cover art by @poorteffy

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Häagen Dazs

High 4 Da Highladays

Sleigh (with Monte Booker & Masego)

Smino is an anomaly of sorts: a neo-soul rapper, a new-school vet and with just two studio albums under his belt he has undoubtedly earned the designation of a career artist. Since the release of his debut album blkswn (2017), he has continued to innovate unique sounds, flows and even vernacular - encouraging fans to "Smi-save" his latest single 90 Proof. Smino's distinctive Southern drawl can hypnotize listeners but behind it lies a potent pen game, where he weaves together romance with dashes of comedy, doused in realness. His latest album, Luv 4 Rent, boasts features from J.Cole, TDE’s new signee, Doechii and more but fans are most ready for Smino’s whimsical wordplay. Luv 4 Rent promises to reveal new depths from one of the coolest creatives in music.

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