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COMMODORES
176
On Tour
Hip-Hop
COMMODORES was released on February 20, 2026 by FTD / BEAST MUSIC INC. as a part of the album FOR THE LOVE 2
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Release DateFebruary 20, 2026
LabelFTD / BEAST MUSIC INC.
LanguageEnglish
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM82

Music Video

Music Video

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Dave East
Dave East
Rap
Scram Jones
Scram Jones
Scratches
Mike & Keys
Mike & Keys
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
David Brewster
David Brewster
Songwriter
Chad Rivera
Chad Rivera
Songwriter
Miguel Cruz
Miguel Cruz
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
HighHonors
HighHonors
Producer
John Sparkz
John Sparkz
Mastering Engineer, Mixing Engineer
Lyrivelli
Lyrivelli
Recording Engineer
Savior Minaya
Savior Minaya
Recording Engineer

Lyrics

[Verse 1]
My mother played the Commodores with Lionel Richie
My pops had a 380 before I out a switchy
Barbara told me watch them **** when the guys get mixy
It's always raining where I'm from, I let the sky convince me
Before I went to Brooklyn, Donald used to ride the biggie
Ready to die over this merm when they was robbing Biggie's
Survived the city, body dangerous, her eyes was pretty
It's mob committee, so discreet, it's hard for eyes to pick me
Out of a line-up, them China plates, we would learn to sniffy
Provide the Chrissy gold bottles, I'm talking 90s vintage
Apocalyptic through the jungle with no pot to piss in
Your pocket's different with nothing in 'em, my mama bitchin'
She can't support me at my age, I got some pride to click in
This for the love, but unc' was tripping if his bottle missing
That Pope Musone had him gone, fuck a algorithm
They don't believe, then I'll convince some pussy alchemist, problem
[Verse 2]
Look, before I had a bite, Saturday mornings hearing Gladys Knight
Marvin Gaye, pops, he used to play it, shit you had to like
Earth, Wind and Fire, auntie had that shit on half the night
Nobody could disrespect our family, know you had to fight
Knuckle game, belt-to-ass to ****, then the buckle came
Fuck the fame, pull a foreign truck, they say your luck done changed
A hundred chains, feel like Mr. T, that's when the love gets strange
Trying to show love, got hit in the back, don't even hug the same
Paralyzed, jewelry look Egyptian, had a feral vibe
Love cost him a lot of blood, was slipping like a pair of slides
For the love, mama raised him good, but he a weird crime
He got a neck, his man got a neck, they trying to share a dime
He almost home, he got a phone call, like four stops
Away from where he slept and where his uncle played the Four Tops
Four glocks, only off the love, his brodie held him
Shit like Fort Knox, ended up on Riker's, now it's call block, that's how it get
[Outro]
That's how it get
You was outside holding **** down, now you behind the wall
Nobody answer that call
Now you mad at the motherfucking world, ****
You can only blame yourself though
Hold that down
I want a real man
Someone dangerous, someone exciting
Someone from the streets
Yo baby, I'm definitely straight out the hood
Written by: Chad Rivera, David Brewster, Miguel Cruz
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