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Big Sean and Metro Boomin‘s joint album Double or Nothing is the hottest new project out this week.

Despite getting mixed reviews among hip hop fans, the album is project to move 60,000 plus album equivalent units in the first week and could debut at No. 1 on the Billboard 200 chart. Roughly around 10,000 to 13,000 of those sales will be from traditional album sales. While these numbers are nothing to brag about, we should also bare in mind that we are living in a singles driven era where album sales are on the decline and music consumers are mostly streaming the songs that they like.

Another hip hop album released this week that’s worth noting is Quality Control’s compilation project Control The Streets, Vol. 1. The album is expected to move close to the same numbers that Big Sean and Metro Boomin is expected to move. The album is expected to move 55,000 to 60,000 copies with 5,000 plus of those being traditional album sales.

Earlier this year, Big Sean scores a Billboard 200 number one album when he released I Decided. The project sold 151,000 copies in the first week and has since been certified platinum. The official sale figures for these new projects will be made available next weekend, but so far these are mere projections and the final count could be higher or a lot less.

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Both Sean Don and Metro Boomin surprised fans a weeks ago when they abruptly announced that they will be dropping a joint album. Earlier this week, they made another announcement that it will arrive on Friday and they made good on their promise. The 10-track LP saw guest appearances from 2 Chainz, Young Thug, 21 Savage, Swae Lee, and Kash Doll. The Detroit rapper got roasted on Twitter yesterday for a few lines on one of the single where he raps about smoking a blunt with civil rights icon Rosa Parks.

Tonya Harding, my star
Well this world is a cold one
But it takes one to know one
And God only knows what you are

Just some Portland white trash
You confronted your sorrow
Like there was no tomorrow
While the rest of the world only laughed

Triple axel on high
A delightful disaster
You jumped farther and faster
You were always so full of surprises

Are your laces untied?
What’s the frown on your face for?
And just what are the skates for now?
Tell me which is your good side?

Are you lonely at night?
Do you miss all the glory
And the mythical story
Of the Olympian life?

Yamaguchi in red
She had high rise and roses
And red-carpet poses
And her outfit was splendid

Nancy Kerrigan’s charm
Well she took quite a beating
So you’re not above cheating
Can you blame her for crying?

Tonya, you were the brightest
Yeah you rose from the ashes
And survived all the crashes
Wiping the blood from your white tights

Has the world had its fun?
Yeah they’ll make such a hassle
And they’ll build you a castle
Then destroy it when they’re done

Tonya Harding, my friend
Well this world is a bitch, girl
Don’t end up in a ditch, girl
I’ll be watching you close to the end

So fight on as you are
My American princess
May God bless you with incense
You’re my shining American star

Shining American star
Shining American star
Shining American star
Shining American star

[Intro]
I’ve never told (ay man, the language brother)
Motherfucker, this ain’t back in the day
Statik what up?
LOX in this joint
This ain’t back in the day
Yeah
Mother–, mother–
Motherfucker, this ain’t back in the day
This ain’t back in the day
Back, back in the day

[Chorus: Mtume]
But you don’t hear me though
But you don’t hear me though
But you don’t hear me though
But you don’t hear me though

[Verse 1: Sheek Louch]
Bumping that Statik with the automatic on my hip
Blue whip, Navy paper plane, no, I ain’t a crip
We used to have the hallway fired up, smoking reefer
Yeah I went to school but KRS was the teacher (Boogie Down Productions)
And Abel had to hustle hard to get fresh for easter
Instead of celebrating Christ, I hit the noose twice
And fucked some lil’ bitch on the steps
I do reps with these new rappers, it’s cool though
The UFC, I’m still Judos
They high right now, I’m like kudos
But fuck that
Yo, I like that new money, shit done changed on the block
So I don’t reminisce even though I love Pete Rock
I give you bars, no microwave rap
Take it down South, but it’s gon’ be my version of trap
Dondon, the god, money is long
I can’t judge an artist off one song, but you don’t hear me though

[Chorus: Mtume]
But you don’t hear me though
But you don’t hear me though
But you don’t hear me though
But you don’t hear me though

[Verse 2: Styles P]
This ain’t back in the days
If it was the niggas sound different and give you a pound different
I don’t hate the trap but give me that boom bap
Yeah the 808 eating at the beats through the [?]
Told the owner Sal, veggies [?]
I used to freestyle for [?] for a bottle of [?]
No MTA cards, hop and it turns out
Catch the train on ’em
Get your ass whooped you brought the pain home
The days when you knocked on your man’s door
Yelled at the window so he could come outside
Drink a 40 like weed and y’all go and knock the grams off
Had to have hands or your shit was getting ran, dawg
[?]
45 [?] that was 10, yo
Thank God for this rap shit, clearly though
Back in the days it was real, but you don’t hear it though

[Chorus: Mtume]
But you don’t hear me though
But you don’t hear me though
But you don’t hear me though
But you don’t hear me though

[Verse 3: Jadakiss]
Niggas ‘cross town tryin’ to bomb me, I had the certified on me
‘Fore I knew it was foul, the [?]
Caught you doing some bullshit, they tell your mami
When loser draw, gotta go out if a nigga try me
When Jinny hooked up with Lionel, I had the Sugarhill vinyl
Before crack hit, it was just winos
Ride to [?] with no shooting
When nigga’s pops was hooping, heavy prostitution
Pirate radio was viciously on deck
Staying up late night with the tissue and the cassette
Hip hop is everything I got
Around this time, I was hooked on the King of Rock
I just wanna rap, I’ma go give this thing a shot
Looking back, I done never thought that this thing’ll pop
Nah, right now I’m proud to be a part of the family
And you standing there just looking at me
But you don’t hear me though

[Chorus: Mtume]
But you don’t hear me though
But you don’t hear me though
But you don’t hear me though
But you don’t hear me though

[Outro]
Motherfucker, this ain’t back in the day
This ain’t back in the day
Mother–, mother–
Motherfucker, this ain’t back in the day
This ain’t back in the day
Back, back in the day
But you don’t hear me though
But you don’t hear me though

What did you do?
Looking confused
Spinning, spinning, round and round
Sticky, sticky, off the ground
Slipping til you let me drown
Hate me then you love me now

You got me wondering where this going
Where the phone went, not who I’m in love with
You got me wondering why you roaming
Something to it {?} lonely

You know I cannot shake ya
You know I cannot break ya
You only fool me then you lose me then right back I take ya
You know we’re back together
You don’t want this forever
Then I look stupid, call me foolish
But I’ll do whatever

What did you do?
Looking confused
Spinning, spinning, round and round
Sticky, sticky, off the ground
Slipping til you let me drown
Hate me then you love me now

Let’s play
Let’s pretend
I could have my way
What you gonna say
If I ever walk away
Let’s play
Let’s pretend
You could treat me, fair
Maybe you won’t scare me
Maybe you would care

You know I’d wait for you
And stay away from you
I stick around when things are falling down
I need a reason
For me to leave him
Zigzag, circus
I don’t know that sticky-icky is the potion
(sticky-icky)

What did you do?
Looking confused (I’m confused)
Spinning, spinning, round and round
Sticky, sticky, off the ground
Slipping til you let me drown
Hate me then you love me now

[Verse 1]
You don’t know why, you can’t make it stop
You were hooked with your daddy’s hand-me-down flat top
The first time that you made your first love cry
And the words you wrote were running from her eyes
Down on the paper, made you feel so alive
So you packed up your pickup and crossed that Tennessee line

[Chorus 1]
You’re always searching for a little something different to say
And the Bible from a woman who’s standing on the stage
You get told you’re fitting in, you get told you don’t belong
You drink too much in a smokey little bar downtown
Stumble home when it’s time to throw in the towel
Wake up in the morning, look out, and the sunlight hurts
Find your old guitar, write down another verse
In the land of a million songs

[Verse 2]
Everybody’s got a story that needs to be sold
And they pray someday they’ll hang a little gold
And ride back to their hometown with their head held high
On any given day, there’s a dream, there’s a chance
That lightning will strike at the end of a pen
And all the leaving, and losing, will all be worth the fight

[Chorus 2]
So you’re always searching for a little something different to say
And the Bible from a woman who’s standing on the stage
You get told you’re fitting in, you get told you don’t belong
You take that loan dot job just to pay the rent
You learn a few things from them hard-working men
You listen to ’em laugh and you listen to ’em curse
You find your old guitar and write down another verse
In the land of a million songs

[Bridge]
Some will come and some will go
If you don’t lay it all out there, you’ll never know

[Chorus 3]
You’re always searching for a little something different to say
And the Bible from a woman who’s standing on the stage
You get told you’re fitting in, you get told, boy, you don’t belong
You drink too much in a smokey little bar downtown
Stumble home when it’s time to throw in the towel
Wake up in the morning, look out, and the sunlight hurts
You find that old guitar and write down another verse
In the land of a million songs
In the land of a million songs