Retrospect

(альбом: RIPPLS - 2020)

It's hard to find a new wrong to make right
Been honoring what I say
It's been calm moving thru the night
In my palm is a certain fate
In the other a frickin light
Any muthafucker that phase me is getting in a fight

That said, I move calmly, it's awfully serene
We could sit, talk, no barking at me
Higher rank than a monarch, I'ma king
With a darker face than a couple people ever seen

And if I ever have some won't leave my sons
If I said it, I'm done, don't need bad love
Ain't I better now? Some won't see that's them
Bet I sweat it out son, on me, that's done

I knew it's was gon make me wild
In retrospect
It ain't no way you getting out
Except your best

I been making friends (Friends)
Getting up my bands (Bands)
I been making plans
Oh, I been making Stans

My brudda whip a Benz
I wonder where he been
I wonder where I go
Know I can't see my end, oh

I try to keep it silent when I'm baking
The fruits of all my labor in the making
I'm tryna feed the fucking village baby
Could you just be the one I call my lady?

I tried to pick the pocket of the country
He looked and said "I ain't got it on me"
If you meet me you might just think I'm funky
It's prolly just the pack you smelling from me, ah