Back In Office - Saba & No I.D.

Back In Office - Saba & No I.D.

-From the private collection of Saba & No I.D.

Directed and Edited by: Ian Lipton

Director of Photography: Elijah Guess

Executive Producer: Krista Worby

Producer: Kaytee Cornine

1st AD: Robert Blair II

1st AC: Carolina Rodriguez

Gaffer: Michael Roseman

ACLT: Emma Barda

Key Grip: Annie Williams

Best Grip: Kendyll Bursch

Production Assistant: Kevin Maldonado

Color Grade: Nick Lindell-Wright @ Ethos Studio

Styling by: Rosalinda Ruiz

Management: Cristela Rodriguez

"Back In Office"

Written by Saba

Produced by No I.D.

Recording Engineer: Tru

Mix Engineer: Justin Batad

[Lyrics]

Young Sabastian, back in office

Slipped outta the back in back in a flying saucer

Cristela where we at? Declining offers

I hear niggas rap and can make salsa

Tomato Tomato it’s all sauce less

This feel like draino to y’all faucets

Superhero, this my negro solstice flow

They hear my shit and then adopt it like a foster home

My granny working hard, the main person I call up on

Gold chain hang from my collar bone

I was the same guy in her college dorm

And I ain’t never had a college dorm

Body like a bottle and her skin tone terracotta

I’m from Chicago, we invented mobsters

Some call me Saba, others call me Saba

As long as it’s love it’s not a problem

I fillet a voyeur, like I'm Oscar de la Hoya

Fuck is y’all looking at?

Hot potato oil, I can fry the game or boil

They like fuck is y’all cooking crack?

Got niggas asking, is it jazz or is it rap?

I’m a bit imaginative I’m where the ribbon at

In the sky I could write like Jack Kerouac

I can say anything, it don’t even have to match

I can wear anything, it don’t even have to match

When it comes to rap peers, I don’t even have a match

Like a smoker looking for a light patting they jacket flaps

Raised by the old school gpa in a cadillac

That’s

Young Sabastian, back in office

Slipped outta the back in back in a flying saucer

Cristela where we at? Declining offers

This is for the amateurs, this is what a master raps

Some of them not amateurs, but next to me they sound like that

My city like Gotham, but no I am not Ben Affleck

Turn your head into a fraction, yeah they will take half of that

I am not a hunter but I grew up in that habitat

Life a uphill battle, but for me was more a avalanche

Stacking up the bread now I need everything I haven’t had

Milli after milli, y’all gone hear me like i’m Bangladesh

Cole passed on this beat back in 2009

I was but a young lad waiting to have my time

knew that one day my story’d be celebrated

I guess I’m still waiting, so fuck it imma take it

Love myself enough, I can dodge thru the stunts

Acting like a ruler but could never measure up

Knew myself enough I never questioned what I was

Manifested paradise and I was in the hood

10 years plus now I been this good

Honey on me now she heard about the buzz

Sign should say keep out the dogs on a hunt

Labels tryna reach out, that’s every other month

Young Sabastian, back in office

Slipped outta the back in back in a flying saucer

Cristela where we at? Declining offers

I hear niggas rap tell em take caution

"Back In Office"

Written by Saba and Ernest Wilson

Produced by No I.D.