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MANDEM NAH
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Alternative Rap
MANDEM NAH was released on August 2, 2024 by Distiller Records as a part of the album MANDEM NAH - EP
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Release DateAugust 2, 2024
LabelDistiller Records
LanguageEnglish
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Frozemode
Frozemode
Performer
Samo
Samo
Drums, Sampler, Synthesizer
Will Pattle
Will Pattle
Vocals, Lead Vocals
Jonathan Lau
Jonathan Lau
Vocals, Lead Vocals
Chi-Cho Tche
Chi-Cho Tche
Vocals, Lead Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Samo
Samo
Songwriter
Will Pattle
Will Pattle
Songwriter
Jonathan Lau
Jonathan Lau
Songwriter
Chi-Cho Tche
Chi-Cho Tche
Songwriter
Maria Augusta Bruni
Maria Augusta Bruni
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Samo
Samo
Producer

Lyrics

Yo
Yo
Real OG (Real OG)
Real OG
I feel like BT
Long time I ain't seen ma
There's a rave in east and we're tryna make Ps
While we got bare drugs in the car
Okay lil cap, it ain't just that
I'm finna get fucked out my nut
Just don't tell the mandem nah
Don't tell the mandem ahhh
Ahh, ahh
Just don't tell the mandem nah
Nahh, nahh
I beg you don't tell the mandem nah
Ahh, ahh
Just don't tell the mandem nah
Just don't tell the mandem nah
I beg you don't tell the mandem ahh
Tryna deal with all these problems
Call me the drunken master
Only thing that goes down faster than the bottle is my bottle
When I face the issues I can't muster
No energy
Pass me the remedy
Maybe I'm not good enough for my ability
It's innate
I mean look at me
Actually don't
I'm kinda shy, glass ego
Still I'm taking shots like I'm Isagi
Piecing the puzzle together to get a picture of my brain
Sail the seven seas just to see who's in the same boat
Fuck, if they're all like me then we'll never stay afloat
Bottom of the ocean, Li, Gats and Hollo
Rotten to the core and still treading shallow
Thoughts in my head got me feeling paro
Imma just wing it stay gunning Bukayo
Real OG
I feel like BT
Long time I ain't seen ma
There's a rave in east and we're tryna make Ps
While we got bare drugs in the car
Okay lil cap, it ain't just that
I'm finna get fucked out my nut
Just don't tell the mandem nah
Don't tell the mandem ahhh
Ahh, ahh
Just don't tell the mandem nah
Nahh, nahh
I beg you don't tell the mandem nah
Ahh, ahh
Just don't tell the mandem nah
Just don't tell the mandem nah
I beg you don't tell the mandem ahh
I beg ya don't tell the mandem nuttin'
I mastered the art of bluffing as a young raggamuffin
A dirty lil yute always sly, always cunning
Got my mind in the gutter while I'm grinding a rusty knife
To keep it primed for a cutting
None of my Gs know who I really am inside
And I couldn't explain it even if I fucking tried
I got plays on my mind
Every day is a grind
I might frame it as kindness
But if I do you a favour I'll make it align with the things I require
Always need more always grow and acquire
But don't tell them the vision 'til it transpires
Coz you never know who listens through the damn wire
Dumb yutes preach their mission on the streets like the Messiah
Scream their deets like the town crier
But I work in the shadows like a vampire
Ahh, ahh
Just don't tell the mandem nah
Nahh, nahh
I beg you don't tell the mandem nah
Ahh, ahh
Just don't tell the mandem nah
Just don't tell the mandem nah
I beg you don't tell the mandem ahh
Written by: Chi-Cho Tche, Jonathan Lau, Maria Augusta Bruni, Samo, Will Pattle
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