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Autograph

by Joell Ortiz

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I’m in my feelings y’all pardon I feel like Oakley in the Garden When I played it was full contact And I ain’t see a quarter of these contracts (Huh) I put up numbers when I hold this mic But See I came up in a era where Hov was Mike Being a fellow Brooklynite, I was a ALL Star But never got to pop champagne except in a Sports Bar Now I’d be lying if I said I hadn’t gone far But I’m still tight bout what I mentioned in that 4th bar.. A younger me just steaming em wit this pen Wonder what I woulda been if streaming existed then.. Young May, Cash Clay, leaning into ya chin Leaving em in the wind as I’m Weaving em let’s begin In ‘07 the Brick dropped, HIp Hop made a pit stop On this block in Brooklyn and noticed I had the strip locked .. Big Rocks in my socks all tied into small ziplocks Fif Glock on my hip had em dancing before Tik Tok Wave cap, skully and my braids all ugly Pitching, y’all should want a signed baseball from me Listen.. I feel like Strawberry at Shea Whenever I had to bat, y’all saw an Apple a Day And it still wasn’t enough to keep the Doctor away Cause Yea shortly after that I signed to Dre... Y-A-O-W-A and NWAs own joined forces y’all in trouble today That’s how I felt when that ink hit that paper Then minor league coaching advised me to leave the Majors Big League mistake in my opinion I was loyal to a Fault What they did for Kendrick Lamar they was tryna do for ya boy But that didn’t include everybody inside the room Cause Dre seen what I saw Later, but it’s cool Live and ya learn, no bridges burned I give and I earn I sleep really well at night, while they twist and they turn But back to rap, none of y’all cause a bit of concern I Been underrated since Undertaker lifting his urn So then I jump on this record with Joe Man y’all know how the rest of this go.... niggas screaming Slaughterhouse as I exit the show Head to toe, fly as fuck while the Xs and Os Was pouring in from the baddest lotta whores got ravished Four month damage on my tour bus mattress Cause the four headed monster flamed shit above average Then they called the Fire Marshall, wit the last name Mathers... Just let me know cause I’ll stop if you want.. or keep cutting, cause I feel like Barry Sanders wit blockers in front….
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Imagine a world full of no colors, just sisters and brothers, fathers and mothers .. unconditionally loving one another Under the lords watchful eye we occupy The 3rd rock in the sky 93,000,000 miles away from where lava can fry My momma in labor on the 4th, the hottest July 48 hours later, they heard a marvelous cry! Rattling my tonsils I’m staring at who’s responsible For smacking me on the Ass, get a pass we in the hospital Fresh out the womb, scower the room, a new flower just bloomed My momma tells me, u was posed to come out me in June A gentlemen standing over me says hello there I delivered you.. I look back at him thinking oh yea!! Ok So where do we go from here, I’m hoping nowhere Cause Everyone’s so happy in here and they make it so clear If This is life then I love it I turned my screaming up The doc says I’ll bring him right back, let me go clean him up .. They wipe off all the discharge hand me to my momma say we writing up the discharge 24 hours later we in my Uncle Chris Car Made a left into the projects and a life of being piss poor Onesies sliding up and down the hallway on the 6th floor Note in my hand, borrowing cooking oil from Miss Moore Kicking on the witch door.. Jumping down a flight of stairs, clearing The Suringes Luckily I was dope enough to miss them shits by inches Moms in front the building getting splinters on the benches While the Hustlers made a killing doing dealings near the entrance Survival in the trenches, detectives in them trenches Showing pictures of the people I would grow up to be friends with.. By the time I turned 1-6, I respected a gun kick Emptied out This one clip in Bushwick, on some dumb shit Saw that crack money, immediately started selling Bought some grams on Kosciusko in 97 Biggie in my headphones, absolute in my cup... Yea, I still wrote rhymes, but Hit the studio for what..? Only bass I care abouts the one the feens blew up Where y’all said that booth was...? Listen nigga I boof drugs.. I was living that shit day and night Moms like don’t throw away ya life but this my way of life.. Plus if GOD really wanted me to get far then why my Uncle Chris car go left, he shoulda made a right...
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One Day 03:13
VERSE 1 Was In my room turning up my radio, turning up my radio I was staying up real late, early a.m flow Tissue paper top of cassette, just tryna tape the show Hope they play some new freestyles, I need some crazy flows Last dude they played just sucked, straight felacccio How they even play that song, he had to pay them yo.. One day they gon’ play my song, Watch how cray it go I been writing rhymes so long, I can’t wait to blow I don’t wanna sell this shit, it’s getting wack to me Tired of having panic attacks, when they in back of me Praying they don’t pull me over, throw the Gat to me Right after they pop that trunk and find a factory The other night my man got knocked, he said they asked for me Yesterday Leroy got shot, these niggas after me Gotta make this rap shit pop, or it’s a wrap for me I’m Meeting this producer tomorrow, he got some tracks for me HOOK: I hope his beats good… I hope his studio ain’t in the wrong hood… Cause One Day (2x) VERSE 2 I Dedicate this verse to Stretch Armstrong, a disc jockey that Let me on his radio show, just cause I could rap A teenager on Hot 97, wit the stocking cap And only carfare in my jeans, but my pockets fat Due to folded notebook paper, I would write a lot Document my life on them lines let the pilot jot Down whatever came to my mind, like that time I got Out that House Party in time, before they fired shots Put my man inside of that box or the night I dropped Kemiya off in front of her crib, they killed Kemiya pops A hour later right on that block, in front the tire shop The first time I told that story, was right now I got So much more to tell to my pen, i think it’s wild that I Been through so much and all that I fear.. a case of writers block I came a mighty long way.. rhyming in the hallway.. Feels like just yesterday I would say... HOOK: I hope his beats good… I hope his studio ain’t in the wrong hood… Cause One Day (2x)
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Masked Up 03:01
Pen twister turned phone typer.. My notes might offend u And ya entry level ghostwriter Bars savvy like Coxsackie and Oneida Im on that goat type of time so the Ro’s brighter But don’t try to... run up like a pro climber This fo five a heat waves like a boat fire Sit ya corpse near a whole choir That’s what u get for runnin round wit no grip like old tires Issa Whole lotta bums in ya circle Before rap I got money off white without fucking wit Virgil At the table with the 50 cent ox Chopping rocks back when the first 50 cent dropped Before the tours, live cover bands and people It was stamps, wild rubber bands and deisel I was out there while the law passing I mean that money just kept coming.. multiple orgasms Speaking of orgasms.. whore thrashing? Shit I put bitches in flicks that’s real broad-casting A list women that we all fathom Story for another day... Bring that chorus back in .. HOOK: Masked up (repeated) VERSE 2: If I’m on it that shit is official Body whoever til it’s nothing there to See but my middle initial I’ll dismantle the squad that you hip to Yall look up to those who bow before me like a Favio intro Tryna go from selling wild cocaine to a artist, the hardest I know all about those pains This music is a foul, cold game Labels ain’t give me a home, it’s crazy I had a household name But see Rejection made me rap harder They overlooked it but a nigga kept it pushing like a wack barber Extra Brooklyn yea the hat Dodgers Oh you a stick up kid? I got the 40 too and I Jack Robbers Word to the sag in my Black joggers The limp in my step, the Tec and that extra Mac cartridge I was war ready but you already Lost a lil weight, but ya boy heavy .. HOOK: MASKED UP
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VERSE 1: From Sunflower Seeds to a Sour Patch Thirsty as hell like, where that water fountain at Now the bitches thirsty I leave seeds where they mouth is at Garden they flower then autograph a Yaowa Hat I traveled the almanac all for rap fans They applaud me all across the map all I see is hands and Lighters up in spite of what u might’ve heard about underground doe not being quite as much as mainstream man I am up... They lying man these checks nice as fuck No Lambo fan, but kinda like the truck maybe I should try my luck.. Drive it on my next tour, right behind the bus Like this for Rosa Parks, we in the back, but this time to front!! I walk into my bank branch like twice a month My 4 digit pin finger got the Midas touch Bank teller telling the other teller that I can fuck I know this cause the teller she telling I be inside her guts All my friends say that I’m too humble If my show I’m in the lead then my followers double But.. see.. attention brings a lot of that trouble And my life’s not in a bubble cause my dollars is subtle I like it like that a private life supposed to be private I ain’t posting every single time I go to some island Won’t see a plate of food, I might selfie a outfit Just to remind u I’m that dude, case yo memories cloudy ... HOOK: Sincerely Yours Let the horns talk some more.. Sincerely Yours Let the horns talk some more.. Sincerely Yours Let the horns talk some more Sincerely Yours Now let me talk to ‘em VERSE 2: From Crunchy cheese doodles to onion and garlics Maybe some dipsey doodles but Funyons the hardest Free lunch to brunch in my other apartment I bought that pretty bitch cash and ripped up the carpet I’m laying wood like I did wit ya aunties at house jams off Bacardi dark it’s dark in them parties I’m probably One of her fondest memories to this day Cause we fucked, got dressed and danced to “Memories” that reggae Hit different, back in the day I vaca in Montego Bay in her honor Staying free off Drama, fleeing from karma On Seadoos doing knots wit a knot in my trunks Spending wet money at Tiki Bars part of me drunk Other part naturally high off life Bartender chick thick she on me like white on rice My sword a throw some thunder in that cat, Shorty gave me the eye on sight Told my wife she go both ways guess i’m a buy all night look.. Street loner never needed a stamp Treat business the same way I loan me an advance Still ride through the Ps, jump out the Lamborghini and dance Celo champ, 100 a 4 and better leaving this hand Here I am, war scars galore still I’m standing tall With that one of a kind laugh and smile u adore Made some mistakes along the way but don’t we all ? Even the brightest diamonds flawed I’m sure Sincerely Yours Let the horns talk some more.. Sincerely Yours Let the horns talk some more.. Sincerely Yours Let the horns talk some more Sincerely Yours Now let me talk to ‘em
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OG 03:20
VERSE 1: I wake up feeling different, back stiffened, joints cracking, snapping I mean listen... some days I don’t wanna get out my bed at all.. They got me on a statin, I’m rapping wit high cholesterol I would fuck bitches on the edge of the bed and fall Off then keep fucking on the floor, but not anymore Nowadays just the smell of henny and my head is sore A night out is dinner with the wife and Pinot Noir Got a nice little crib out in Jerz, I’m in the burbs No more roaches.. deers and birds Sitting in my backyard while I write this shit Pool cover over the water til it get nice and shit Thinkin bout them project nights I’d ignite the fifth Now i gotta Glock 48 that I fire legit Think twice before u run up wit that okey doke Cause My wife got the Sig case u want the smoke .. I member when home was looking through the peephole hoping the police don’t Kick in my do’ reach fo They weapon and use lethal force on me and my people Now I’m in Home Depot looking for a Gazebo I was in them streets like Rico But the boy from Puerto Rico ain’t get caught up in the Rico It was OD package anytime I moved the diesel Not it’s O.G status, new ways to move the needle .. HOOK: A Young one in the slums Where you ain’t posed to live beyond 21 They look at us as just numbers On our way to being 6 feet under But every now and then one of us escapes And gets to live a life from outside the gates God had big plans for lil old me Salute to those who get to be a OG VERSE 2: I buried friends when they was lil kids Too young to fully comprehend just what living is.. Where I’m from we celebrate those who did a bid Stripes get earned when fire burns and u split a wig We ain’t born evil, just is what it is When it’s nothing in the fridge to stick to ya ribs I member my clique sitting in the crib, drawing straws to do sticks and get bricks like 3 Little Pigs Some a call that surviving but hey.. If one of those went wrong I ain’t rhyming today I don’t get to save somebody else that’s finding they way Out the place u never get to live but you dying to stay.. This Azad on my wrist is tough I wear it over the scar where my wrist was cuffed All my real niggas listen up, You’ll always love ya hood, but when u leave u won’t miss it much... HOOK: A Young one in the slums Where you ain’t posed to live beyond 21 They look at us as just numbers On our way to being 6 feet under But every now and then one of us escapes And gets to live a life from outside the gates God had big plans for lil old me Salute to those who get to be a OG
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VERSE 1: She makes me smile, she makes me better She makes me wanna be better, that’s different altogether She make me check my ego at the door She’s much more than I could ever ask for I mean what a score.. She make me look at things differently, I got tendencies to view life through the lens of my history but she tells me she let the past be a memory And don’t worry about the future, cause right now is the energy and... I love her for that, she my life partner My investment consultant, I watch my wife barter deals like it’s nothing, til they cut it like a nice barber I juts be sitting there buggin, like a fly swatter How I get so lucky? She makes me laugh We spend so much time together, feel like I wasted half Running round chasing this ass looking for Stacey Dash I was clueless but Cupid is known to aim and blast .. Blaow! HOOK: In this lifetime, I’ve been afraid No one would stay But you’re my lifeline My twin flame, one in the same Nothing is the same VERSE 2: She makes me whole, she makes the old Me stay right where he’s at my baby gave me goals But fuck what she do for me, There’s nothing I won’t don’t for her because she’s easily 2 or 3 times designed much more beautifully Than any women I’ve encountered in my life truthfully I catch myself staring at my beauty while she sleep Then glance at her booty and turn beauty and the beast Her pops won’t like that, but let me make this clear Ya daughters in good hands, all state of affairs But yea, back to my baby and her baby hairs Sideburns like wide turns on I 80 yea She the one for me, it’s more than fun for me Shorty bred different I mean, you know.. wonderfully I comfortably dropped down to scuff the knee (come to me) Cause This a lifetime bid, not no 1 to 3 … Yaowa HOOK: In this lifetime, I’ve been afraid No one would stay But you’re my lifeline My twin flame, one in the same Nothing is the same
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VERSE 1: She joining every Tik Tok Challenge Thousands of likes cause her booty and her hips got balance Emoji after emoji confirming that she OD Shorty from the block is hot now, no longer low key Little miss is fly tho from the middle of Ohio To promos on her page and booking info in her bio Everything about her sick, guess that’s why she’s always viral You would never know that her whole life’s a downward spiral Single mother of a child that never ever met her father He threatened that if she left him, he would no longer be bothered I guess he kept his promise, but that’s not her only drama See That cancer done grew to 4th stage inside her mama Doctors wanna stop the chemo, so she’s peaceful and no longer Has to suffer and be weak from all the treatments but Yalonda Ain’t ready to let her go, so she got her own prescriptions A daily dose of alcohol and pills that get the mixing And do something to her brain while numbing her from the pain But ask her how she doing, she’ll say blessed I can’t complain Meanwhile she hates the sunny days and prays for all the rain So she ain’t gotta outside and act like she’s so well maintained Got another make up artist this one supposed To be a pro Gon give her that extra glow for the next promo that she post So she Slips into the clothes the company sent her like “let’s go” Smile for the video cause Social Media can’t know ... You going through it. HOOK: Fight through the tears as you live yo life Throw up a prayer into the sky Everybody going thru it, Everybody going thru it Smile for the camera, hold ya head up high Ain’t nobody know all the pain you hide Everybody going thru it, Everybody going thru it VERSE 2: He holding up that money to his face Letting us know he got like a couple hunnit in the safe Just posted something stuntin in the Rafe Like who wanna race? Puffin to the face rapper weed, hunnit a eighth Sneakers wit the blood at the bottom, oh yea, he got em I mean a lotta niggas got em but they don’t rock em how he rock em And he wish a nigga would try to rob him, that’s not a problem The Thompson a red dot em and drop em like Dope in Harlem And.. he know what that dope do, his pops did it and Moe too Moe was his father figure when his pops dropped in ‘02 See Moe tried to prepare em for the life that he would go thru Then the streets took Moe too, a youngin without a go-to Talent or a skill it was violence it was crills It was wilding on the hill, it was the island it was real It’s was moms on the dance floor, steady crying wit no chill It was him back in his cell alone denying how he feel It was that one night ... yea that one night Where all the extra alcohol turned into gunfight See everybody who know em, know he ain’t the gun type Especially him.. the beef resting, but he ain’t have no rest since then That scene plays when he close his eyes But enough of what he seen, he on the scene and yall know the vibes He bout this doe, bout his ro, bout these hoes Smiling in videos cause social media can’t know ... He going through it. HOOK: Fight through the tears as you live yo life Throw up a prayer into the sky Everybody going thru it, Everybody going thru it Smile for the camera, hold ya head up high Ain’t nobody know all the pain you hide
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Therapeutic 03:05
VERSE 1: It’s Sunday morning and I just woke up A rainy day in the Poconos man the roads gon suck I’m posed to hit the casinos up and go try my luck Take all the winnings to the outlets and buy all new stuff Instead I’m sitting here like nah.. hungover from the shots we took last night My body can’t recover that fast like It did when I was younger... Constant reminder I’m at half time I gotta be selective wit my pastime My life was just mad rhymes, pad lines Cameras flashing ten times Smile tear up stages make pages in headlines Tour buses and red eyes, interviews with red eyes From improper rest and that stress I won’t forget I Tried to give it my best, no less, wit no regrets I am the breaker of chains in my family the project I residing in i said bye to them mommy could hold her head high Fuck that casino lobby ain’t gotta bet on no red, i won... HOOK: I find that musics therapeutic I find that musics therapeutic I find that musics therapeutic I find that musics therapeutic I write it, record it, then listen to it.. VERSE 2: It’s Wednesday morning and I just woke up Bout to make the biggest bowl of Cheerios, nice cup of green tea and ESPN on my screen right above The fireplace I lift the blinds and take in all of that sun The brighter days, I write amazed that I can talk like this A long walk from sidewalks in New York type shit Where 1,2 maybe 3 seconds a .45 lifts You 6 feet under hope ya number on them dice don’t flip The 7th wonder of the world was an Old Lighthouse In Ancient Egypt, got a painting of it in my house I can’t believe it sometimes I think of me selling dimes I think of me on the grind, freedom just all on the line Was wilding B, them thoughts create anxieties in my mind Subconsciously I feel the that karma breathing all on my spine It follows me but I promised me I would not look behind In hopes that I am that anomaly and I’ll be just fine... just fine.. HOOK: I find that musics therapeutic I find that musics therapeutic I find that musics therapeutic I find that musics therapeutic I write it, record it, then listen to it..
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VERSE 1: Who woulda thought 2020 the whole earth a go viral.. Thats dangerous, the man behind this mask is homicidal So Now ain’t the time to play tough guy, slugs fly, revolvers, you’ll never find Prints where ever Doves Cry Joell, was really in them streets? Oh was I... We poured privileged out when my plug died We used to cut the dog food with horse tranqs Had the feens leaning near the store blank Wiggin like the Warden off a Shawshank Crack rock in black tops, stink chick In the alley giving mad top Used to call her doody like Black Ops Territorial, want my tutorial on that block Well then drop ya laptop on the floor, cause my Mac popped And that was just cans I got hands too, let’s slap box.. they called me lil Quik in that sandbox Case the Newer fans wanted the drop on me, I just gave y’all the backdrop Now fast forward, boy be in that black drop Speed demon I’m veeing.. flee head to feet fleeing this machine is European got all the bells and whistles like it’s refereeing Find me in.. green room peeing semen in a models mouth pouring bottles out like we hood grieving Don’t walk around like there’s a “S” on ya chest Cause I’ll put tefs through ya vest.. til u get less and less breath I ain’t tryna promote violence I suggest u step U act too fly, you’ll die quick and be fresh to death U give respect you get respect, u disrespect and I’ll eject the tec Hear the second word in the triumph verse from Inspectah Deck Head and neck, you’ll never resurrect.. And I ain’t got shooters my nigga, I cut myself the check.. HOOK: Love is love, when it’s real, nothing else to say But who, what, when and where and I’m on my way Only thing in contemplating is chopper or Fif Headshot or drop like eybody out that bitch! Love is love, when it’s real, nothing else to say But who, what, when and where and I’m on my way Only thing in contemplating is chopper or Fif Headshot or drop like eybody out this bitch! VERSE 2: Glock loaded Im watching niggas from far away We met before but I still be like who the fuck are they? Trust issues I done been through a lot as a kid Clapped niggas, had to think about what I done did New niggaz, y’all could never be on the same page No Tik-Tok, I made cassettes around the same age Writing graffiti on the wall in the same cage 2 parents but one of em was hooked on that beige.. XXL or Source tryna get mics Now these niggaz a film a body tryna get likes Huffys and 10 speeds we was wheelying bikes Shorty ca ball like a dude, she was fucking with dykes Multi platinum, my career been hit after hit By myself or wit the Lox on some “Benjamins” shit! In the hood you used to see a nigga every day Now I’m tryna avoid that shit in like every way These niggas younger than me and they got heavy gray.. She was dope in high school now what the fuck she weigh? D-Block, Sheek Louch, I’m just shooting the breeze.. One call and I’m there for Joell Ortiz HOOK: Love is love, when it’s real, nothing else to say But who, what, when and where and I’m on my way Only thing in contemplating is chopper or Fif Headshot or drop like eybody out that bitch! Love is love, when it’s real, nothing else to say But who, what, when and where and I’m on my way Only thing in contemplating is chopper or Fif Headshot or drop like eybody out this bitch!
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VERSE 1: Lift the I8 doors up Baddest bitches on the tour bus Hit the bank and withdraw somethin’ Engineer hit the record button Life... I’m not at all frontin Like.. I seen it all cousin Flights.. in first class cabins Pinot Noir chats wit the captain See When u do world class rapping The wildest shit happens Carpets get rolled out, cameras get the flashing Boxes get mailed out, u in the latest fashion New jeans to put cash in Tops get dropped seatbelts get fastened Top in the drop seatbelt unfastened Drop by the spot no lines just dappin Fake pat downs they just let u bring the gat in Bottles waiting, champagne glasses Model looking waitress can’t wait to get it crackin The things bitches do for that backstage access Never kiss and tell, but Joell has a actress or two Come thru for that 1 on 1 casting Joints from Calabasas on my IKEA mattress Stepping out on A list niggas for this action Ya secret safe wit me ma.. no cappin’ HOOK: No more getting out police cars now we hopping outta foreigns We hustle all night until the morning Undrafted but I’m ballin, Gucci rain jacket when it’s pouring No more getting out police cars now we hopping outta foreigns We hustle all night until the morning Undrafted but I’m ballin, Gucci rain jacket when it’s pouring.. VERSE 2: Take a Look around this all us You Hear them Lamborghinis warm up? Shit.. They wouldn’t let me in the door, so I made music y’all adore now I’m lifting all my doors up Y’all niggas know I don’t talk much.. shit.. let me get shit off bruh.. I grew up pouring Henny cause my boys gone Feels good spilling henny near my Koi pond Boy I had boy on them blocks that u boys on I was making noise on that strip, with a toy on my hip That a flip everybody if the points wrong a bit on my coins now look my bit coin long... Yea, No more running from these cop cars.. We just run it up then go and cop cars The hand I was dealt was appalling Nowadays my hand lookin’ all in HOOK: No more getting out police cars now we hopping outta foreigns We hustle all night until the morning Undrafted but I’m ballin, Gucci rain jacket when it’s pouring No more getting out police cars now we hopping outta foreigns We hustle all night until the morning Undrafted but I’m ballin, Gucci rain jacket when it’s pouring..

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Joell Ortiz has a new solo album, "Autograph", coming out on Mello Music Group November 12th.

Joell is 1/4 of the supergroup Slaughterhouse along with Joe Budden, Royce Da 5'9, and KXNG Crooked. His career started on Dr. Dre's Aftermath and then lead to Eminem's Shady Records, before joining the Mello Music Squad. He appears on Lin-Manuel Miranda's Hamilton soundtrack, as well as Eminem's most recent album "Music To Be Murdered By."

Joell's upcoming album "Autograph" features production from 9x Grammy Nominee Salaam Remi, the Grammy Winning Heatmakerz, Hesami, and Detroit legend Apollo Brown, along with features from Sheek Louch, Marc Scibilia, KXNG Crooked, Pastor LBS, and CyHi the Prynce.

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released November 12, 2021

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The Heatmakerz
Apollo Brown
Namir Blade
Hesami
Salaam Remi

featuring...
Cyhi The Prynce
Sheek Louch
Pastor LBS
KXNG Crooked

Recorded by Heatmakerz at Diamond District Studios
Mixed by Magnetic at Studio A
Mastered by Joe Hutchinson

Graphic Design by Jean Goode
Album Photography by Photo Rob
Art Direction by Austin Hart

Executive Produced by Michael Tolle

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