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Berita baik! Rapper asal Maryland, Cordae, secara mengejutkan menggandeng seorang rapper yang dinobatkan sebagai “Billboard’s Greatest Pop Stars of The 21st Century” No.7, Kanye West.
‘No Bad News’ ialah lagu tersebut. Jika “Tidak Ada Berita Buruk,” maka ini adalah berita baik. Lagu ini dirilis 15 November, bersamaan dan menjadi salah satu tracklist dalam album “The Crossroads” milik Cordae.
Diproduksi oleh BoogzDaBeast, Smoko Ono dan Thalonius Martin, ‘No Bad News’ menjanjikan sebuah suasana yang deep dengan tempo 79BPM dan di dominasi dengan kunci A minor yang slow.
Menariknya, lagu ini mengambil sampel instrumental dari ‘Inside Voice (Reprise)’ oleh Joey Desik. Karenanya, ‘No Bad News’ menjanjikan pengalaman yang baru dalam album “The Crossroads.”
Lirik ‘No Bad News,’
[Chorus: Kanye West & Cordae]
No news today
No bad news today
No bad moods today
Nothing to prove today
No news today
No bad news today
Nothing to prove today
Times I used to pray
[Verse 1: Cordae]
I got a call from my n***a Maco doing the bid
30 years, but still the same n***a I knew as a kid
Put a smile on his face to see me doing my shit
I asked did he have commissary, and he said his shit lit
And his mom just graduated, she just got her degree
And on the phone I hear his glee, he ’bout as proud as can be
We spent an hour reminiscin’ how he was wild in the street
But by his attitude you’d think he’s getting out in a week
He told me
[Chorus: Kanye West & Cordae]
No news today
No bad news today
No bad moods today
Nothing to prove today
No news today
No bad news today
Nothing to prove today
Times I used to pray
[Bridge]
To see her smile, ooh, just takes my breath away
She’s just my royalty
[Verse 2: Cordae]
Aye, running the road, that’s bad news
Gang-affiliated tattoos, stakes is hot like wagyu
But shit, who asked you
Top down in the Jag coup, them boys really from the concrete
They’ll make your wig split like a rap group
Okay now, got bread so I’m staying out the way now
First class from the Greyhound, you shoulda stayed down
Plain Janes, no more bustdowns
Bro just came down from a touchdown
I told him “Don’t look back or fuck ’round”
He never listen, said he on demon time, it’s the exorcism
Bro coppin’ loads, just off my name, they throwin’ some extras in it
So much money piled in my account, I’m earning their percentage
My daughters the heiress princess, I took her to Paris Venise
Her closet embarrass bitches
Chanel diaper bag, fuck it, I don’t like to brag
She fly just like her dad
Humble just like her mom, I sit back and write my rhymes
Thinkin’ bout this life of mine while listenin’ to Life in Times
[Chorus: Kanye West & Cordae]
No news today
No bad news today
No bad moods today
Nothing to prove today
No news today
No bad news today
Nothing to prove today
Times I used to pray
