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Private Stock

by Cavalier

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Intro 01:04 video
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Out in the open baby That's how they doing it, so that's how I'm doing it. Chorus Yo they huntin' out in the open I'm puffin' out in the open, baby It come to me, I'm thuggin' out in the open They want it out in the open, baby I see the beast, they gunnin' out in the open Say fuck 'em out in the open, baby I puff the weed in public out in the open They hunt us Verse 1 I'm thinking bout the next 30 years How to turn my prayers into cheers without the wear and tear, wary tears bandoleros like 'Cav, how you get so brolic?' Well the weed hydroponic, the pen on hydraulics See iconic be the sign of the comet the fall catastrophic, the CD hot out the burner so we drop it and ya poetry is caka mine written on the walls by cucarachas it's pissing on the stoop by your zapatas Silo beamed high flying piloting with winos You listen to politicians, so what the fuck do I know? This defiance not survival The posture of the hostage that turn away that bread and cheese for you to break salat with, try it dog Got the Tylenol and Final Call with bean pies Not the Adderalls, got Dragon Balls Z's sleep time Told you 'I got the juice', freeze dried Marmalade for these pigs too This that calm and crazy baby, streamlined Chorus Verse 2 New Edition, true nutrition Sufi spinning Uncle Luke to lubricate the system Thunder blue tundra parka with the goose feather On the Euclid bound local, loud peek-a-boo-ing through my Lo sweater, it gets no better I'm from that 'mama cooking while she blow a stog' era I'm from that Brooklyn that's Polo and Guess all weather But I can't romanticize it like 'if only then' Time folds like roti skin Trynna hold it down like Nostrand, Poison Pens at commencement sang Boyz II Men, 'End Of The Road' Penitentiary some was hoisted in, this me letting the voices live, boy The boys try to choke it The chicken smoke and mirrors got the area smelling like disappointment They armies got slogans I pause and hit the spliff The bars is uploading I leave they Trojan Horse out in the open baby Chorus
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Veritas 04:12
Verse 1 They say the truth shall set you free so I suppose Deep breath like 1,2, 3 then I let go First thing, B.M.I.G. that is the code All routes lead black to the tree original Man stand on your own two feet Retrace steps like 'damn, where'd we put our key?', it's critical Visible with ease though it might cost you Make you a little light, unfortunate Touched by thoughts of homicide Human beings turned lost souls To haunt dreams I already won't doze Eyes froze on free, close to where they close off We cloak better with these clothes off I evoke OG, my totem pole spread eagle with the Mozambique He dove head first then feet, peace leap of faith Arm, leg, leg, arm, head a relief with no face But for some it goes deep But it's the truth I speak, nothing but it Let me tell you about this sh*t Verse 2 First shell came through my window at like age twelve To my wall, not my skull managed to escape hell Second L came at me on Halloween, was fifteen He aimed the pistol squeezed I achieved top speed while gaspin' Later me and my boys was laughin' Sad the paths to manhood laid for Black men I puff the chalice, patient planning For Feds crash my gate for evading taxes All for my reenactment of the American way So the next shells that come at me Imma' have to play Tit for tat retaliate, toe-tag you it now you're under observation Truth printed on your hospital bracelet News clipping didn't quite get it right like 'What's his name again?' The real be harsh like jagged pills, steel wool So learn to heal wounds on the battle field Cuz that's the real, and nothing but it Let me tell you about this sh*t
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Doro Wat 03:42
Verse 1 This god speak to the melaninth power Streets hard, sh*t aint sweet if they sellin' you sour Or the chowder, your recipe depends on your prowess When they tell you crime don't pay but then they killin' your hours I'm countin' these breaths, one, like I'm pinching dollars The jungle switched laws to hunters in Impalas Step in my elevator I'm just trynna' show you the view The niggas celebratin' only a few It's different rules, she on the balls I only gave her the cue I oop-oop my main troops in case they're staging a coup The room I panorama, I move smooth they sleep I'm pajama Got it going on, Mogillah keep the bangers I got the hammer on chisel etch-a-sketch catching wreck Gristles get frazzled, my Nāgas get bizzle, I'm finna' Crack heads like pyrex up next Cav winner This ain't me so-so sh*t rhyming on a drum This is me photosynthesizing with the sun, son Solar heat corona's from my blunt My Kielbasa on her tongue I sip Cachaça or the rum They like 'Que pasa' or 'What up' I'm like 'I'm good money' Come and get it with me cuz you ain't gonna' get it from me They like 'He keeps it real' I'm like 'Nah, I keep it realer' Never deaded to score cuz I know that life's my dealer Life's my dealer Cuz in Beantown we hit 'em with that yurp yurp Even in the A we dish 'em out that yurp yurp In both LAs on deck with the yurp yurp Of course in BK you know we got that yurp, word I linked Q with the yurp yurp Came through to Saint Lou with the yurp yurp I be on ferries, San Fran to Danbury We sans worry January to January Life's my dealer Verse 2 I'm hooked on this dose of real sh*t Got cheat codes so we can throw this kill switch Got keynotes to speak oh so ill with No bull you feel this, true fulfillment, finesse The Kenzo, Benzo in gear In the end zone ear to ear Denzel veneers You gettin' cheddar in a no-fly zone Then we should buy all the homes up in the D If you trappin' need to acclimate and grow our own weed We're oversaturated, open casket, closed cases You tagging me in feeds This ain't me rapping 'bout coco and the cut This that Black gold, not Sunoco for the truck What up Uhuru Sasa rocking fronts Duckin' Chupacabra and user IDs thats .gov You worried 'bout gettin' touched I'm just puttin' out the feelers Don't see death in my cards cuz I know that life's my dealer Chorus
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See I used to give my all but useless it was when they called it 'alright', well alright But I'm used to going hard, rocket Houston, we're achieving lifting off If I'm delusional don't confuse me, could leave me I'll be alright <alright> They wasn't listening at all, I was killin em with it, killin em killin em so soft If it's too new then it's flawed, or its 'alright' <alright> I make em swallow that, the wrong pipe These just Newton's Laws the apple of their eye and still the fall guy But if you acting smart they say you talk white Can't dodge it when you're caught up in the crossfire I watch it play out in my home, in my mosque that's my dome wasn't missionary made her pray all night <all night> She calls me 'Lord Jesus' when she bawls I assure her my Khadija through it all that we'll be alright <alright> cuz see I used to give my all But I seen so many fall like it was alright some is doing hard time locked up for them fort nights some they play the hard white, just like the chalk they use to trace you on the wrong night <wrong night> Had to double up my reps, to set a new bar height and hustle up the bread and stay away from carbs never messed with the starch, see that flour have you laying with them flowers Cold facts, Klondike, Cronkite We in that trap again, we think that rap won't stick like Vaseline Got you petro and got you gasoline but see that won't advance your being I'm trynna take it to that astral plane a place where you can't cash advance your way But I can't cast away my dreams each day I chance it, see I'm just a crash away If I could make it happen any faster Imma have to pray and wait either way I'm trynna wake up before my wake You judging while you spectate in this race and somehow that just makes it.... alright Keep your energy up so high Like you can spread your wings Like you can fly There's possibilities if you believe, you will see Levitate your soul and your mind No matter what you're feeling, it'll be alright It will be alright, alright, aright And now you got me singing oooh And now you got me singing oooh
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El Sol 02:53 video
24 karat niggas. Easter clothes. Tobasco eggs, Cliquot rose. Farina smile wit my last pinner I'm a winner and a savage like Pete Rose.. Cuz when the sun hit it. aye Cuz when the sun hit it. aye Cuz when son hit Verse 1 My Black boy joy got no soy content Not your guy or the goy, I'm like Old Bay hotness Yo soy the McCoy of the Oy vey palm print Hold your head, roll up in the six That's the Jenna von Oÿ like 'whoa' old boy has blossomed They annoyed, we anoint Hash oil on a joint fast forward We done broke subconscious Now we buoyant, just enjoy And it's litty like her mama went food shopping Three sixty waves pop from granny's shoe stockings Who said you can't open toe with those heels? He eatin' no frills with the gold grills Holla if you're Black making all that you can crack Still awesome when you're mackin' from your Altima or Maxima And these tens I keep 'em clean though Smoked out two friends just off a dimo Cuz when the sun hit it. aye Cuz when the sun hit it. aye Cuz when son hit This ain't game, that's an insult This thin chain love, it's tinsel We cabbage patchin' like we kinfolk My baby match me like we twins though Polo cookies or the dookie rope So chill they scared we don't be boastin' These is spooky coats It's not the gear we persevere like 'yeah we Gucci though' I'll make a hoopty glow Dumb out for bread, that'd be estupido Son is hearing to a hearing aide Ron Isley falsettos over ghettos be the serenade It's like Christmas Day pair of Js Or missing trial cuz your district judge cleared the case get it aye You try to hate, I be like try again Cuz when I blew up they went and cued up little violins See if you grew up where we grew up in this environment You'd see we're not the product We're the product times ten Chorus
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Verse 1 I'm on my Don Dada shit, Tribe of Dan, Damballah pitch black mamba, hiss, triple stage consciousness All that shit and a bag of Utz Vintage can of St. Ides with a Spanish fly, platitudes Never rapped about the Lexus coups but passed the test knew five beans could get you bread and a can of soup And that aint even haram though More chips for the sticky green, the tippy tippy tambo I had em Billy Jean, hit the scene the whole block glow, they lit I switch from rubber bands to binder clips, knots, but I aint rich I'm trynna set sights on more dire shit, real retirement So I'm lamped where the trees stay green past November Acid in the cemetery, axe playing tenor Under water with the walking dead I had to put heart on this beat to torment ya head I know cats behind bars adorned with a fez Or shorties who could shoplift a pregnancy test These the eggs of the nest So catch me on the corner of the new necropolis The last weed man in the apocalypse Holla kid Verse 2 Even white baby Jesus bump it
 Mine stir the soul My shit streak the bowl
 Knows the face of joy and pain is Esther Rolle Trynna hit a zone on ‘em
 These Amazon jungles they trynna drop drones on me Searching with the chrome for me, there's no low pro It's high brow with a hot comb flow It's foreign ground, I'm E.T. trynna phone homies I'm breaking free the ceiling's made of bone only So don't push me, I'm close, know the ledge From the tree of life I smoke foliage I'm heavy handed cuz my joints is obese But flying high the sky starts at my feet This backbone, my book spine reads "The Life of the Chief" But Cavalier, not the same King James slicing a giant peach This reach broadband for shorthand getting this carpet to fly shit Rare like 90s Chocolate Thai spliffs, whoa This dope 'in the house' like Jerome I'm reppin for those dressing like they just getting home The stroll sad tone saxophone, who can't get a 'pass go' Or chance to hit em on the horn like
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Verse 1 Rebirth, I just call it how I see it like it's falling out the ceiling All these things we try to cement get swept away see the stream is Main, like be the same when they pee and try to call it rain Forgotten how to honor their names, place them on hurricanes When tropical storm Trayvon, hit off of the shore he came from Who's rocking the red crosses, who's walking the green mile Cuz they locked on the wrong acres Let's clear off the plantation I'll plant an ace in the deck in a game of chance cuz Faith is The fat lady singing but Big dreams Still emanate past the grave like the lemonade stings sweet Life after death be heaven on earth, Holiday Inn Suite Or a Sam Cooke moment, rest in peace Pimp C See that, c-note or penny's worth of thoughts Either or we bout due for this renaissance Chorus Iman Omari Ohh We’re not too far from what we truly are. Ohh Ohh Getting back to what we always knew. You know the truth. Ohh Verse 2 We smoke like it erases parts of the photo Once spoke hard to gauge and reprocess the moment My ode to fellow savants of these hard roads Eyes closed, heart open Lamar Odums LeVar Burtons star trekking to parts we can't see Life in black and white make the rainbow hard to read Don't be phased when they aim to disable your sorcery My slang fandango, lingo hit the spot archery The beat's Sagittarian, the bars from Mars We caliphs of these areas you not free to police So hold these and my savoir faire nonchalance On this planet of apes you're either king or Donkey Kong Wake up, I'm Dap yelling from my campus quad In a school daze trynna' spark my renaissance
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Verse 1 Moruf Damn son we get it popping like hand-guns Wait till fam come skip to that loot with no and one They say you are what you choose to be Bad habits turn to that lifestyle probably lead to the eulogy, damn Some niggas is in some niggas is flukes How ya homie hitting highs but he still on the stoop Swear to God I’m writing scribes when I listen to loops How these niggas living lies but still could claim they the truth, damn Stone cold 3:16 sipping my brewski Phone home we flip things riding that hooptie on a Saturday A couple of things that I had to say Some situations heard you had to pay it’s all love Summertime chill with the broady, let your cool bling Homie had the ambition a couple hoop dreams Situation with ya cousin thinking twice Caught a body in Atlanta heard yal niggas doing life Split second how these skies is hella grey I heard ya shorty wilding, another baby on the way You should’ve followed intuition Another good nigga making bad decisions Chorus Medicine man lend me your ear let me listen to your way Doctor remove my eyes no surprise Just reveal my lane Verse 2 Cavalier When keeping it real go right though Had to tell her chill can't make ill plans for new life though Verse and the session got skeletons It's a thriller watch me ghost dance let the hurricane settle in Delicate, give a f*ck or celibate strict drug regiment quick judgements is embezzlement When you're just trynna make sense of it The settlement I'm setting sail to sediment Can't be set in sand, that would be settling That's unsettling, backwards pedaling Adverb, luckily ancestors agree my life's worth meddling Head banging the boom bits, head aching too big Extra Excedrin et cetera et cetera There's no revisions surgeons can't reverse incisions We'd be worse friends if I made you my Earth Without nurturing your giving tree That'd be too cavalier, not chivalry See you when I see you, If I see you keep it civil please Should have followed intuition Chorus
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Verse 1 Cavalier Let this be the realest shit I ever wrote until next time I could never pen this to my heads doing fed time Tension got me butting heads with kin on the bread line Reverend say they got the cure but never the enzyme, ugh Let’s chase ends, death rites, What’s patience when the latest chic I dated now a patient on a test site She said they gonna get her eventual Either that or dead us just for being a potential Fight the sobriety to fight my anxiety Seen dude order Chinese while sporting an IV, hard wired To not age graceful Bill Cartwright Shine after you die, star light Light up another one, this all nighter sponsored by the blood moon My ‘brother from another mother’ mother passed too soon So I’m wondering just how we notice this Click notifications, remote condolences Try to chip the shoulders of a soloist That’s upholding the globe and then question the cold, polar shift Slice of life a la mode, the piece that I’m past due Cause I know the way to go don’t mean that I have to but watch me… Watch Me X 8 Verse 2 Quelle Chris I have to know, what this got to do with the afterlife Why we gotta wait to come back to life I aint bout to offer no soul to soul Sometimes however you get it, it’s just how it goes Sometimes however you set it, it’s just domino Effect its bound to connect on sight kinetic breeze The space of mind it takes to make peace with time Is a long lease but a short leash and I’m Counting the good times and we lucky we got em Trying to keep my pace and a Jefferson bop Just remember the faces you lucky to spot When the mothers with love and they brothers could stop, Watchin’, So watch me Watch Me x 8 Verse 3 Iman Omari Wandering And suffering. I wonder could it be what you’re following? You posses the remedy cause all you’ll see is you when you're watching me (When your watching me) Wandering And suffering. I wonder could it be what you’re following? You posses the remedy cause all you’ll see is you when you're watching me (When your watching me)
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Intro Cavalier What are thoughts of freedom from the inside of a jail window When it's too high to see out, the sky's out of reach out Only tell the time from when they tell you it's time to eat, sleep Maybe die discreetly Land mines in a field of dreams, systemic or epidemic Hard to make means out of sciences, syringes filled Made miracle meals on evil appliances What adds up to freedom Measured by lives Mine for instance Verse 1 Cavalier When yal was wishin' I was listenin' I pay attention If you feel iffy or you bitchy then nigga say something Closed mouths is never fed Or they hamdullah keep it humble or apply to Everest Elephantitis balls versus rhetoric If we're too rowdy we too loud with that oowie In that crowd we cum laude of that profound I just do me He astounded at my leisure Counter your search and seizure I'm just grounded yet out of bounds I've hid pounds in the freezer, mounds Sing a song for Black hopes where the people could fly Past judges and black cloaks, gavels, yards with gravel Hazardous alleyways, smoke in the labyrinth Annie are you okay, man in the mirror myths Candidly I tackle this heavy bag rapid jabs To hack the interface they'll have you acting like Bagger Vance Ravenous, the only true feed I hunger for is freedom The lord told me there was more I open the door to greet him like Chorus Iman Omari Whenever this life tries to withhold I'm keeping my heart and soul I got to push on even when no one believes me With all we take on, try not to let go Cuz every man walks this road But I'll push us on knowing that God will relieve me Verse 2 Quelle Chris Ayo Cav. Some brains are hard to explain Most hearts are tangled I fade just try to catch my good side from every angle We let shit slide on black hand sides much far too often That's why fam that once laid beside now lays in coffins We wake to speak about who's too fake What's the new gossip? That flash cause, it's rise and it's fall, victims forgotten Po' shame, they don't remember your name and your plight Just something new to talk about through the night Fables of martyrs I shed a tear or two when I go back Listen to moments that hold much more than lyrics or raps What was our motive? And what changed? We say that we older but play the same games Bodies we caught on our journeys we place the same blame We puff enough to talk about how we be fucking up And break bread through feminine auras rarely acknowledged But I know, my brother, we human yet in the same super The pearly gate was a coup Candy painted and polished By those before and behind us, my nigga Chorus
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Verse 1 I was bumping Rob Base was too young to know bout easy rocks Prison blocks to city blocks we kids was latching locks Ecclesiastic cops easy wrapped half a population Deface 'em with graffiti situations wasn't pretty I don't recognize my city they tell me take it easy Niggas want no pots to piss in Can tell there's something missing Miss them with that oopsy daisy Some of them raised with Smith&s If you prey you levitating Is it that God's too busy Or am I thinking small, that's little hat, that's Adebisi Entrapment coppin' pleasies Or trap, make it exquisite But this that aphrodisiac it's Black and peasy baby We actin' out their masterpiece theater See they don't want to taste the porridge, it's too Moorish A swan song sans chorus Jaw breaker form, Joe Frazier arms Haymakers before I buy the farm I might re-forrest, I see the green and reach for it My book an ashtray I'm burning through the leaves, It's metaphoric fires It's hard to body me it's Brooklyn born not foreign Archeology for those who dig it post mortem Chorus Go Brooklyn, a forty sack and a deuce deuce That and two Arsenio whoop whoops Go Brooklyn, the Forty Acres and Mule crew That and two Arsenio whoop whoops Go Brooklyn, a chew stick and a fruit juice That and two Arsenio whoop whoops Verse 2 Cav is chillin' Iman is chillin' what more can I say We got stock piles of heat rocks on lock file The b-sides like a full entree But wait there's no more brujas in the kitchen The suras in supresion all this hoopla in transmission Got our movements in suspension Had our Tru Life in the prison Enough to send you swingin' Mint Condition It's like Goliath versus David Dinkins You don't want no beef Paddy wagon heat dragon see that's the beast Beauty pageant 'tween agony and tragedy Instead of actin' free grabbin' tree switches Atrazine in them apple seeds Jack and bean stalks I'd rather torch, maybe Jack or Bean But never rock and now they lean And now it's fashionably to be acting like a feign But not the one from microphone Rakim So rest in peace to Radio Raheem
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Verse 1 Candidly I asked the commander in chief, most high What they had in the world in his hands for me If pulsars are made from the same matter as me How can they question if mine matters regarding manners of being Sarcastically, I asked the commander in chief, one time Why assholery and harassing me came naturally And gunfire, or any abstract way to massacre me Placebo or panacea I feed on the cannabis leaf Yo they try to throw Harriet Tub on the front of a dub Hilarious when little White girls in the club Got one rolled to do rails, but not underground If only she could see us now Can't wash the blood off our hands with Flint water But you can take the life of a man in Florida Simply if you can stand My internal jihad on this inferno of these blocks that we live We in the burn unit or unify to burn a bridge See it's not just levels it's layers Why the onion leave 'em in tears Or how the other onion leave you in numbers on the tier These be the swears Down the halls where you could only talk with the mirrors It's confronted in rubber rooms or when hunted in riot gears But am I lying I guess I'm out my cotton picking mind I guess I'm out my cotton picking mind But see that suit me fine I guess I'm out my cotton picking mind I guess I'm out my cotton picking mind Forgot my picket sign I guess I'm out my cotton picking mind I guess I'm out my cotton picking mind My cotton picking mind I guess I'm out my cotton picking mind I guess I'm out my cotton picking Verse 2 Georgia Anne Muldrow How could a texture so soft and cloud like Leave a life so bloody Or leave a hand so soily Reaching for it's whiteness Many leaves have rose and fell Back to the Earth to tell That the sunlit mind been through hell Been bluesin' through a spell To this very day on So please don't drink the bleach That ain't the drank to drink Recharge with the stars That shine where you are just swab the dew Get up out that cotton pickin' mind Get up out that cotton picking mind Get up out that cotton picking mind Get up out of there Get up out of there Free your mind and go and fight Get up out that cotton picking mind
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Verse 1 I got her name tattooed on my chest I'm chasing Amy retracing my steps, smoke tracing my breaths I still smell her clove linger off of Lefferts and Grand If you don't know bout love or death then you just won't understand I'm reminiscent like a Chester Higgins From where clips see empty like they're pessimistic Impressionistic my frustration from painting a portrait that's so vivid And they still couldn't get it, from thin air I'm trynna whittle it away before it withers away Once bitten now it slithered away My sky blue now digital ray My requiem for my street But technically the equity seeked is not equity banked Before it tanks I'll give thanks when techs bang on this beat Yo we need to bring back weed spots We need to bring back weed spots, I'm trynna tell ya It's not nostalgia, this been my style for a while These closet bangers These moves is timing, Tutankhamun Common threads, Kama Sutra guided common sense Santana riffs, banana Nutrament, bandana kids Sandbagging sandwich bag master plans from a few zips Like skeoops I know the Stuy smell like trees at night I know these blocks from my dreams at night I know some opps trynna read these rights 100K off of these here bikes, I know the feels Verse 2 I got her name tattooed on my chest I'm chasing Amy replaying this test between reflect or forget Still feel her essence on New York between Bergen and Dean If you ain't blessed to know bout loss Then you can't learn what I mean These is Kings Plaza stanzas en confianza Sponsored by OG somber nights give cold reminders I part ways with entourages when it's off or too tra la la la It ain't about whats popular if it ain't on my parabola Phantom of your opera rocking High John the Conqueror Blocking cyclops hate with the Hamsa hand of the Fatima Jamie Foxx on 'em, talk to the hand The Bronx 80 blocks from her, I'm just 28 grams Just an ounce We down river they already took our grounds We just kids from the Crown Heights of the Empire State and now it's like they trynna take us out I know the feels, the feels they in my house I know the feels, the feels I know the feels, the feels How it feels when they taking all your dreams out your fields I know the feels, the feels I know the feels, the feels How it feels when they taking all your dreams out your fields

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released March 30, 2018

All songs produced by Iman Omari except:
#4 produced by Mogillah
#9 produced by Quelle Chris and Malik Abdul-Rahmaan
#14 produced by Jlbs and Iman Omari
All piano parts played by Bae Bro
"Holla Kid" saxophone by Tutty Amin
Arranged by Quelle Chris and Cavalier
Mixed and mastered by Markus Swarvy
Recorded by Iman Omari, BaeBro, Cavalier & David D’angelo
Executive Produced by Cavalier

Cover/Art Direction Cavalier
photo Patrick Melon

Recorded in Brooklyn, New Orleans, and Los Angeles.

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