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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Kanye West
Kanye West
Vocals
Cordae
Cordae
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Cordae Dunston
Cordae Dunston
Songwriter
Kanye West
Kanye West
Songwriter
Darian Joshua Garcia
Darian Joshua Garcia
Songwriter
Dominic Salole
Dominic Salole
Songwriter
Esau Joyner Jr.
Esau Joyner Jr.
Songwriter
Isaac De Boni
Isaac De Boni
Songwriter
Jahmal Gwin
Jahmal Gwin
Songwriter
Joey Dosik
Joey Dosik
Songwriter
Michael Mule
Michael Mule
Songwriter
Miguel Atwood Ferguson
Miguel Atwood Ferguson
Songwriter
Thelonius Martin
Thelonius Martin
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Thelonius Martin
Thelonius Martin
Producer
Daniel Vargas
Daniel Vargas
Assistant Mixing Engineer
FNZ
FNZ
Producer
Robert Mendioro
Robert Mendioro
Assistant Mixing Engineer
Zach Pereyra
Zach Pereyra
Mastering Engineer
Elton "L10" Chueng
Elton "L10" Chueng
Mixing Engineer
BoogzDaBeast
BoogzDaBeast
Producer
Smoko Ono
Smoko Ono
Producer
Mesa D
Mesa D
Recording Engineer

Lyrics

No news today, no bad news today No bad moods today, nothin' to prove today No news today, no bad news today Nothin' to prove today, times I used to pray I got a call from my nigga Maco doin' a bid 30 years, but still the same nigga I knew as a kid Put a smile on his face to see me doin' my shit I asked did he have commissary, and he said, "This 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 gettin' out in a week He told me- No news today, no bad news today No bad moods today, nothin' to prove today No news today, no bad news today Nothin' to prove today, times I used to pray To see her smile, ooh, just takes my breath away She's just like royalty to me Ay, runnin' the road, that's bad news, gang-affiliated tattoos Stakes is high like Wagyu, but shit, who asked you? Top down in a Jag' coupe Them boys really from the concrete, they'll make your wig split like a rap group Okay now, got bread, so I'm stayin' out the way now First class from the Greyhound, you should've stayed down Plain Janes, no more bustdowns Bro just came home from a touchdown I told him, "Don't look back or fuck 'round" He never listened, say you on demon time, this the exorcism Bro coppin' lows, just off my name, they throw some extras in it So much money pile in my account, it's earnin' that percentage My daughter's the heiress princess, I took her to Paris, Venice 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 Think about this life of mine while listenin' to Life and Times No news today, no bad news today No bad moods today, nothin' to prove today No news today, no bad news today Nothin' to prove today, times I used to pray She's just like royalty to me She's just like royalty to me
Writer(s): David Oliver, Darian Garcia, Jahmal Gwin, Michael Mule, Cordae Dunston, Isaac Deboni, Thelonious Martin, Ye, Joey Dosik Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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