[00:00.474][Chorus: Kanye West & Cordae]
[00:06.718]No news today
[00:07.679]No bad news today
[00:08.381]No bad moods today
[00:09.898]Nothin' to prove today
[00:11.366]No news today
[00:13.054]No bad news today
[00:14.568]Nothin' to prove today, times I used to pray
[00:15.507]
[00:16.163][Verse 1: Cordae]
[00:17.663]I got a call from my nigga Maco doin' a bid
[00:20.494]Thirty years, but still the same nigga I knew as a kid
[00:23.226]Put a smile on his face to see me doing my shit
[00:26.239]I asked did he have commissary and he said "This shit lit"
[00:29.567]And his mom just graduated, she just got a degree
[00:32.378]And on the phone, I hear his bleed, he 'bout as proud as can be
[00:35.395]We spent an hour reminiscing how he was wildin' in the street
[00:38.506]But by his attitude, you'd think he's getting out in a week
[00:40.552]He told me-
[00:41.255]
[00:41.699][Chorus: Kanye West & Cordae]
[00:42.365]No news today
[00:43.632]No bad news today
[00:45.131]No bad moods today
[00:46.394]Nothin' to prove today
[00:47.897]No news today
[00:49.630]No bad news today
[00:51.052]Nothin' to prove today, times I used to pray
[00:52.271]
[00:52.881][Verse 2: Cordae]
[01:05.595]Ay, runnin' in the road, that's bad news
[01:07.892]Gang-affiliated tattoos
[01:09.375]Stakes is high like Wagyu but shit, who asked you?
[01:12.469]Top down in the Jag' coupe
[01:14.500]Them boys really from the concrete, they'll make your wig split like a rap group
[01:18.437]Okay now, got bread, so I'm stayin' out the way now
[01:21.579]First class from the Greyhound, you should've stayed down
[01:24.438]Plain janes, no more bustdowns
[01:26.468]Bro just came home from a touchdown
[01:28.500]I told him "Don't look back or **** 'round"
[01:30.813]He never listened, say you on demon time, this that exorcism
[01:33.625]Bro coppin' lows, it's off my name, they throw some extras in it
[01:36.704]So much money pile in my account, it's earnin' that percentage
[01:39.813]My daughter's the heiress princess, I took her to Paris, Venice
[01:42.891]Her closet embarrass bitches
[01:46.235]Chanel diaper bag, **** it, I don't like to brag
[01:47.719]She fly just like her dad
[01:48.751]Humble just like her mom, I sit back and write my rhymes
[01:52.062]Think about this life of mine while listening to Life and Times
[01:53.313]
[01:54.047][Chorus: Kanye West & Cordae]
[01:55.047]No news today
[01:56.329]No bad news today
[01:57.829]No bad moods today
[01:59.329]Nothin' to prove today
[02:01.111]No news today
[02:02.609]No bad news today
[02:04.032]Nothin' to prove today, times I used to pray
[02:27.013] 人声 : Cordae

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
Thirty years, but still the same nigga 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 "This shit lit"
And his mom just graduated, she just got a degree
And on the phone, I hear his bleed, he 'bout as proud as can be
We spent an hour reminiscing how he was wildin' in the street
But by his attitude, you'd think he's getting 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

Ay, runnin' in the road, that's bad news
Gang-affiliated tattoos
Stakes is high like Wagyu but shit, who asked you?
Top down in the 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 **** 'round"
He never listened, say you on demon time, this that exorcism
Bro coppin' lows, it's 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, **** 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 listening 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
人声 : Cordae