Young Dumb and Rude really left a mark on people, I still hear that from time to time. He benefits from 2016 nostalgia a lot

everyone has at least one khaled song they like

this song fire as hell

nostalgic asf to me

Ah yes, the good old monthly listener count

Strikes again

beast mode

i just noticed this wasnt a dj KHALED thread nvm

lirl i was so confused

i thot ur og song was a newer deep cut at first until i hit play n realized

Cause he has various hits

real 1

i was confused

speeding reading just thread title got me

relic of the 2010s

One of those artists who benefitted immensely from retail stores and malls playing his music.

Shopping mall ass music.

Yea facts

Some say Khaled some say Khalid

I really liked his feature on that one Majid Jordan song but I cannot listen to any of his solo music

He had a really hot year like almost the exact year streaming became the dominant way to consume music

Havnt kept up with him but I did really enjoy that album

Yet again, it was another late, sleepless night in Atlanta. The studio was packed, yet intimate all at the same time. Warm amber lights washed over exotic leather furniture, creating a dimly lit sonic oasis. A sweet aroma of weed smoke clouded the air, while vanilla-scented candles were strategically placed around the room. The mood developed into a haze of relaxation. As engineers and producers methodically worked the mixing boards, Future and the rest of his entourage nodded along to a rough take of a track that would later be called "Diamonds Dancing." Many individuals in the studio danced along while producers ran the track back, but there stood Drake in a dark corner, dissecting every piece of "Diamonds Dancing" with surgical precision. The track stopped playing, and Drake stepped from the shadows. He didn't speak much, but when he did, people listened.

"I'm going back in the booth, play that outro back."

Puzzled, the engineer began playing the outro instrumental back, not questioning Drake's demands. The room fell quiet as people began to observe. As the outro began to play, Drake put on a pair of monitor headphones, rubbed his beard, and began to take a drink of a dark, murky substance. Closing his eyes, Drake began to flow freely.

"You doin' me dirty, you know. How we let it get like this I don't know. But that * can't save your soul, nah." Producers and entourage members in the studio began to look around the room to see if others were witnessing what was happening. Drake continued crooning into the microphone, while the mood became even darker in the studio.

"Doing me dirty, you doing me dirty. Haven't even heard from you. How can you live with yourself? Haven't even heard from you. How can you live with yourself? Ungrateful, ungrateful." The Engineer looked over to Future with concern. Future, draped in iced-out chains, a living symbol of Atlanta’s gritty underworld, sat unmoved. The smoke curled around him like a throne of ghosts. The engineer whispered, "Should we stop him?" Future slowly shook his head, eyes locked on Drake, a faint grin curving his lips. He raised one finger to silence the question, knowing instinctively that something otherworldly was being channeled through Drake’s voice.

"Your momma be ashamed of you. I haven't even heard from you, not a single word from you. Ungrateful. I'm too good for you, too good for you. You should go back to him, perfect match for you, unstable." Candles in the studio began to flicker and die out, one by one, as if a spirit swept throughout the room.

"Doing me dirty. You're making me nervous. I haven't even heard from you. You look drained, you look exhausted, girl, them late nights ain't good for you. Really starting to show on you. Don't hit me up when it's good for you. Ungrateful." By now, everyone had stopped what they were doing, all attention focused on the darkened silhouette in the recording booth. The air felt thick, as if the room itself was holding its breath. Finishing up his final thoughts, Drake hung up the headphones, took another sip of muddy water, and crept out of the recording booth.

As he came back into the studio, all eyes followed his every movement. Drake retreated back to his shadowed corner, where he leaned against the wall with his fingers interlocked and pressed against his lips, as if in deep thought. Future sat back, like a kingpin watching the city move to his silent commands, his gaze still locked on Drake. The silence of the room created an uneasy tension. The uneasiness built more and more, as studio members waited for him to speak. Finally, he broke the silence.

"Play it back."

Future’s gaze sharpened with approval as Drake's voice echoed back from the speakers. They both knew they had just crafted a moment that would echo far beyond this studio, an immortal track born from late nights, murky depths, and the haunting beauty of their collective genius.

Honestly a good take

mos def burner