"No Bad News" is a song by Maryland rapper Cordae that released as a part of his 2024 album, The Crossroads. The song features Kanye West on the chorus and serves as the twelfth track of the record.[1] The song also features production done by BoogzDaBeast, Smoko Ono and Thalonius Martin.[2]
Production[]
The song runs at a tempo of 79 BPM and has a key of A minor. It features an instrumental sample of "Inside Voice (Reprise)" by Joey Desik prior to a beatswitch into a beat with a prominent vocal sample that has yet to be identified.[3]
Background[]
The song features a Kanye freestyle for the chorus as evident by the low quality vocals. It is unclear what time period this freestyle stems from, though it is not likely any time recent as the vocals are missing the prominent lisp his titanium grills give him.
At some point, the freestyle was given to Cordae to work with who had worked on the song and released it on November 15, 2024 as a part of his junior studio album The Crossroads as track 12. The song leaked a day prior to its release.[4]
Lyrics[]
[Chorus: Kanye West & Cordae]
No news today
No bad news today
No bad moods today
Nothing to prove today
No news today
No bad news today
Nothing to prove today
Times I used to pray
[Verse 1: Cordae]
I got a call from my n***a Maco doing the bid
30 years, but still the same n***a 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 his 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 getting out in a week
He told me
[Chorus: Kanye West & Cordae]
No news today
No bad news today
No bad moods today
Nothing to prove today
No news today
No bad news today
Nothing to prove today
Times I used to pray
[Bridge]
To see her smile, ooh, just takes my breath away
She's just my royalty
[Verse 2: Cordae]
Aye, running the road, that's bad news
Gang-affiliated tattoos, stakes is hot like wagyu
But shit, who asked you
Top down in the Jag coup, them boys really from the concrete
They'll make your wig split like a rap group
Okay now, got bread so I'm staying out the way now
First class from the Greyhound, you shoulda stayed down
Plain Janes, no more bustdowns
Bro just came down from a touchdown
I told him "Don't look back or fuck 'round"
He never listen, said he on demon time, it's the exorcism
Bro coppin' loads, just off my name, they throwin' some extras in it
So much money piled in my account, I'm earning their percentage
My daughters the heiress princess, I took her to Paris Venise
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
Thinkin' bout this life of mine while listenin' to Life in Times
[Chorus: Kanye West & Cordae]
No news today
No bad news today
No bad moods today
Nothing to prove today
No news today
No bad news today
Nothing to prove today
Times I used to pray
Trivia[]
- This is the first song by Kanye post-VULTURES 2 to feature no AI usage.