Still ft. 6LACK and Smino
Written by Tahj Chandler, Sir Farris, Christopher Smith Jr, Carl Lewis
Produced by Daoud, daedaePIVOT, Day Wave and Saba
Additional vocals - Phoelix 
Bass - Daoud
Electric Guitar - Daoud, Day Wave
Piano - Daoud
Keyboards/Synthesizers - Daoud, Day Wave
Drum Programming - Saba, daedaePIVOT
Recording Engineer - Josh Berg (Kingsize Soundlabs), Smino

Still ft. 6LACK & Smino

Cheatin' on Us

welcome 2 blkjuptr.

mixed by Elton "L10" Chueng

Recorded at Classick Studios

blkjuptr

Runnin (feat. Jay2AintShit)

Follow My Twitta

welcome 2 blkjuptr.

mixed by Elton "L10" Chueng

Recorded at Classick Studios

Verse 1

Got me sweating like...
BLACK hoodie
BLACK timbs
BLACK leather jacket
Sun beatin on my BLACK skin
BLACK queen wit me say the BLACKER the berry
Makes a spectacular cherry
Know i got moe buttons than a BLACK berry
Push em all tryna evolve and break outta
BLACK holes in my heart in the dark i can breathe proper
Feel the fruits of my labor no talkin just show niggas
Foot stomped on my apple by adam like choke NIGGA!
Switch up i want the big booties and big trucks
Soul fool nigga yam flippa
Sweet potato barrel genocide silent killa
These tears dry quicker on versace pillows
Feel a lil better when ya thread count thicka
Can't get it off my chest shit a hiccup
My main thang always gettin extra ripped up
World cold roll a zip-up
Got a lil swish swish
Smell my shit comin young windbreaker
Im a Z-E-R-O lex time comin
I think you know our time comin
Young forever they old hit stage break a leg nigga OJ MAYO
High stuntin
I bee alone some times honey
Wonder if you hive time for me
Never let a day go
With out me BLACKIN out on all these pesos
Krazy kuz i

Vamp

I get so lonely
Can't let just anybody in
You are the one
I need to see
So hit me
My line is still the same when i..

Uber to
Jupiter
Roll up a vega
Its lit up like vegas
This subaru
Got hella room
I pull up beside ya
Just look for the white one

Im riding
Tryna
Take you
To blkjuptr

Outro

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)

shout out all my dia uno 's . 

blkswn album up da skreet.

produced by Monte Booker
mixed by Elton "L10" Chueng at Classick Studios

Lyrics:

Anita

Hook:
(lemme cut on dis)
Anita
I need her
So flee
Don’t flea from me
(servin them looks cold as )
Ice cream
(Show dat)
Chocolate
(bars)
GoDiva
Godiva
GoDiva

Verse 1:
Turn up da va la umee
Dis feel like hallaleuahh
Cue da choir too
I'm off da holy oil
Fried like el pollo
I gotta chicken coupe
Dip out interior bbq
Im fly why she want the cockatoo
And das on my byrd like a beak my guy
Standing ovate how they greet my guys
Straight out da mud like a cleat no lie
Neva had time for the teeter kind
On da fence like vines
Wanna camouflage
Niggas hotel lobbying
Smelling like loud around republicans
Like why it ain't no niggas workin obvious
Jus hella hmm hm smiles and mutterin
If it ain't blood to me you bothering
If u ain't kuz to me you cluttering
And i been really tryna be moe tolerant
Moe positive prolly need to switch up kountries
But you know why I’m here
I might go beast mode
Cop a couple seats out to heathrow
Out in shoreditch w/ da shit
Ain't no shortage on da stick
Lil boo i know u gone

Hook:
(Lemme cut on dis)
Anita
I need her
So flee
Don’t flea from me
(servin them looks cold as )
Ice cream
(Show dat)
Chocolate
(bars)
GoDiva
Godiva
GoDiva

Verse 2:
(Spotlight noise)
Bing
Wen da spotlite beam on ya
Green lite on you betta
Go (a oh oh )
Go (a oh oh)

Cha cha ching
How da money chine ring
When ya feet beat pavement
To da gold

Gold
(a oh oh)
Gold
(a oh oh)

Don’t got da time for da delay
Hopping around inna sack race
Bro keep that kane like lorenz tate
He went overload over da oberwise
Nigga at his lowest gave me word to wise
Told me none a dis matter unless
Family blessed
Watch all dese niggas that beat on dey chest
They flex thru da stress
I guess

Verse 3:
I been raw
Its genetic
Its my denim
I gin ya
Wine up pon ya
Tryna fit up
Up in em
Witcha
Ackin innocent
Bet u interested
Stretch u like a limo
Da memo neva
Switch or slowed da tempo
Zero gang wit me where i go
Im cool on
All da friendly shit
It jus
Bidness straight across
12:30 o’clock

1000 miles an hour
Onna spaceship
Maybe
We kan go to space

(Now I ain't neva been to Jupiter b4 but I'll, I'll go witchu baby)

Got that magenetic love i kant pull out
Of yo milky way

I’m In dis bitch like a implanon
I'm breaded up like a empanda
She say smino i love u
Nada girl de nada
U giving me erykah vibes
Bah I do wanna tell u sumthin
U make december feel summer summer summer


Outro

A-n-i-t-a
I n-e-e-d
H-e-r my bae bae (repeats til end)

Anita

Anita (Single)

"Something Foreign" ft. ScHoolboy Q

Produced by Saxon

SiR "Something Foreign" ft. ScHoolboy Q

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Happy Birthday (feat. SZA & Isaiah Rashad)

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

Exhale

Exhale (feat. Smino)

Noname, Smino, Saba are Ghetto Sage

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

Twitter // http://twitter.com/GhettoSage
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Apple Music // https://music.apple.com/us/artist/ghetto-sage/1483697181

Häagen Dazs

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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