They want something real? For real? This is a copy of #RETROFUTURE EP, unopened in DigiPak. If you would like an autographed version, it won't be shrink-wrapped for obvious reasons. The physical CD has 3 bonus tracks.
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What if a real nigga got turned into a Disney Princess by an evil witch and had to win the super bowl to break the curse? Yeah.... there's a song for that.
lyrics
I’m from a city where nurses get on, ride around in they Hondas
Then they get mad at the dude that they fond of, they let drive they Honda
Be careful the people you slide with, some of em could be anacondas
The neighbors are nightmares, and the people are monsters
The churches by bars so we hiccupping Christians
But for the right price, we ain’t really religious, is us?
With this many fine single moms on the wishlist,
I put it this way, if she wants the wood, then she’ll do the dishes
I’m from a city where all of the thots ain’t partial to thought
Where all of the law is martial in art, every corners a court
I told my boys when we did this thing just play y’all part
And we might not finish school, but we’ll finish what we start
Now can you imagine the saint amongst sinners? I hang with the best of em
If they don’t like what you just said I’m sorry, they might shoot the messenger
When I first left, they felt truth in a defecit
What they gone do when I’m so out this world that my view is indefinite?
If you do not get the trophy, you cannot come home
Come home, come home, come home, come home
Then I told my city to fuck with me
Because we finta be on, be on, be on, beyond (Refrain)
(Bridge)
in the 4-1-oh not long ago, a pretty young thing caught my eye
I pulled up in the coupe to see her
She said some shit like “Who’s this car?”
I do not live with my moms
I’m from west, she from south…. That’s…. too….. far.
I’m from a city where if I’ma chase ass
I be like naaaaaah, you should just go get a day pass
Or maybe cabfare depending the time you trying to stay pass
Cause everybody like “Yo is We rolling” until it’s with they gas
Now who gonna do it like me? It would take a suicide bomber
Like Osama to put a nigga like me on blast
Now let me break it down so it’s clear nigga,
I’ma put us on the map. You are here nigga.
Hook
Just a thought in the back of my mind, they throw up the signs of the times
And I got to thinking, it’s crazy, I’m from the catch you from the trap
But how are my people still trapped by design? Food for thought, you know
credits
from #Retrofuture EP,
released August 18, 2015
Written by B. Washington
