Retrograde by E.B. Lyrics
[Intro]
Damn, another beat, another EP, it's another thing
Y’all better listen to it, because I'm tired of being irrelevant in this place, come on!
[Verse]
Lately, as of recent
I've been feeling I’ve been going retrograde in my ways
Need a helping aid, ‘cuz one step forward
Takes me back a couple decades
No fade, the 2003, birth year of I
While watching Stanley Kubrick with the sound off
Lacking clarity, but mastered brevity
To the masses with funny rhyme schemes under hidden pain living
But the chicks, they dig it
On a constant daily grind, by God
Try to get approval from my peers and parents
That stuff be hard, but
The process of a young black kid working ass off
For a couple lousy co-signs be harder
Just to make sure I ain't working as cashier at a big chain job
Or a squatter near a gas station selling drugs to the youth for a quick buck
Providing money for the family, but instead, I'm in my room
Making beats and blunts do run
Low-key wishing someone with enough gats come could Big L me
But I know God got me in his plans
So while I'm here, I ain't fronting
Catch me sticking middle fingers up to White America
Made me hate everything I stood for
And tried to turn I into a good negro
The media perception haunts us
Stick up kids don't last long
Imma tell it to you twice, these stick up kids don't last long
Imma tell it to you right now
Damn, another beat, another EP, it's another thing
Y’all better listen to it, because I'm tired of being irrelevant in this place, come on!
[Verse]
Lately, as of recent
I've been feeling I’ve been going retrograde in my ways
Need a helping aid, ‘cuz one step forward
Takes me back a couple decades
No fade, the 2003, birth year of I
While watching Stanley Kubrick with the sound off
Lacking clarity, but mastered brevity
To the masses with funny rhyme schemes under hidden pain living
But the chicks, they dig it
On a constant daily grind, by God
Try to get approval from my peers and parents
That stuff be hard, but
The process of a young black kid working ass off
For a couple lousy co-signs be harder
Just to make sure I ain't working as cashier at a big chain job
Or a squatter near a gas station selling drugs to the youth for a quick buck
Providing money for the family, but instead, I'm in my room
Making beats and blunts do run
Low-key wishing someone with enough gats come could Big L me
But I know God got me in his plans
So while I'm here, I ain't fronting
Catch me sticking middle fingers up to White America
Made me hate everything I stood for
And tried to turn I into a good negro
The media perception haunts us
Stick up kids don't last long
Imma tell it to you twice, these stick up kids don't last long
Imma tell it to you right now