Comes in a gatefold card case. Includes a 60 East sticker pack.
Includes unlimited streaming of My Hometown
via the free Bandcamp app, plus high-quality download in MP3, FLAC and more.
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USB Flash Drive
The "Fast Pass" is a credit card flash drive which contains all the files for the Album "My Hometown" by 60 East. This fast pass not only will give an early copy of the Album, but also exclusive access to:
- My Hometown Album (Digital)
- My Hometown Instrumental Album (Produced by The Soul Council)
- Album and Single Artwork
- 5 never before seen photos of my hometown by Enkypt Los Angeles
- Directors Commentary by 60 East
- 2 Unreleased Music Videos
- A photo album of behind the scenes footage
- Album Artwork breakdown videos
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lyrics
Oktane:
Man play some chill shit for the city
Keep it litty
Lets get right into it
Look huh
Fire it up, feeling tired as fuck
Roll some weed, ima proceed to inspire these fucks
They been looking but can't find nothing flyer than us
Nope uh I told you look
I remember back blocks weed up in the stash spots
Take it out, roll it up get your blankets fold em up
Nod your fucking head when a real one talking
Watch a niggas stance when a real one walk in
IE rep catch your mother fucking breath
IE beast on that young 60 East
A movie in these streets anytime a nigga speak
They tell me that they fire, I hear it they shit is weak
Like whizzes packed back in the jeep, im on a streak
Women back pack rappers and G's they fuck with me
Its like a parade I just wave and I say
Yea cuz I love you Huh
How much fly shit can I say in under a minute
This IE shit aint no game and no fucking scrimmage
Just know that we playing to win it
My fans, yea I love you
Trizz:
Yea they know im bad at it, mad cuz they trash at it
Smoking gas and getting use to these bad habbits
The asthmatic breathing hard on these tracks gassing
Smoking on this pack im relaxing an I aint gonna pass it
They wanna know how I do it and I tell them its magic
You don't see it but believe me it happens
Getting at em if they yapping this shit aint just rapping
Niggas hella plastic its a tragedy's nigga its tragic
Im on the road a chosen few that's coming with me
I don't trust a soul cuz niggas is hella iffy
So spiffy im killing these niggas that wanna tempt me
Move swiftly, the love me from the inland to the city
It get gritty, the realest im iller than any nigga
West really its a feeling that bring out the best in me
Hella litty, I be high as whatever im sitting pretty
I know a bitch that got my name on her titty
60 East:
I got a bad one with me and we riding down the sixty
Rolling up the sticky as we about to hit the city
Already know its all love on the west coast
Home of Nipsy Hussle and the Death row uh
We top tier and know we keep the crop near
Out of towners flying in trying to cop here
No shop, bag straight from the op yea
We get it all night, know the party doesn't stop here yea
Reporting live from the west side
West coast till I die and the next life
No test ride this fresh off the lot dog
We get what we want we don't ask what it cost na
Out here you got to watch how you move
Cuz we aint got a lot but got a lot to prove
Homies out grinding trying to pay they dues
So its nothing to put you on the world star news, lets go
Sly Boogy
They got em cocking back the strap for the gat play
Bringing the smoke that's retroactive like back pay
Flicking the ashes from the bat into the ash tray
Knocked down a nickel now i'm fresh out the half way
They sneaky as behind the back talk, you can dead it now
A gossiping man is as foul as a pedophile
If he moving through the streets go on and hunt em down
Shove the muzzle in his pie hole and shut em down
He been a bitch since he slid out the pussy hole
That funny smell you smell is from his fingers up his pussy hole
You see that's how they master bate
Conversating with other dudes hoping they get they asses ate
Follow the protocol I don't argue with know it alls
But if you want the beff I got mother fucking stroganoff
You got your mouth writing checks and you don't know the cost
All that wannabe tough guy bravado I blow it off
Oh you don't want to see me react to that
You don't want to rump with me I guarantee that's a fact
With your sweetass, you don't want see that relax
Fuck that back and forth shit I got a ski mask for that huh
So pick one the morgue, or the ER
This is for my felons on that bet and gr
All these oppressed people they aint as oppressed as we are
But don't trip fam one day we all gonna be stars
credits
from My Hometown,
released March 29, 2024
Written By: 60 East, Oktane, Trizz, Sly Boogy
Produced By: Khrysis
Recorded By: Phil The Pain @ Soulsnacks Hollywood, CA
Mixed By: Khrysis @ Boardroom Music Raleigh,NC
Mastered By: Jake Palumbo Brooklyn, NY
