Name: New Orleans, LA (Prod. Lennon)
Duration: P00H04M09S
Description: A song dedicated to where (as of the date of this typing) I spent two years of my life.

New Orleans, LA (Prod. Lennon)

from Future Nostalgia. by Top Billion

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A song dedicated to where (as of the date of this typing) I spent two years of my life.

lyrics

"New Orleans, LA"

(Verse 1)
N.O., N.O., N.O., Hello, N.O.,
I'm so welcomed to be here
I'm so far from home
A new city, big place, where no one I know
But just give me some time to sprout roots and grow
Yea... I've heard so much about the "Big Easy" from TV
I'm not sure if seeing's believing
When I touchdown Ion't know what to expect
Bullets in chest... or beads on my neck
The vibe that I get is that's it's real down here
No jiving, everything's straight and clear
The history goes back hundreds of years
From war to storms and the city's still here
Shit, I can't hide even I'm surprised
That it even survived
When Katrina arrived in '05
But shes alive and in eyes
She wants to rise from demise like a phoenix and fly

(Chorus)
New Orleans! To you I may be foreign
But this song for you I'm recording in
New orleans! I got love for this city
Where a part of me feels like I come from this city
New Orleans! To you I may be foreign
But this song for you I'm recording in
New orleans! I got love for this city
Now a part of me feels like I come from this city

(Verse 2)
The bottom of the map's bottom
Where every black problem
Is seen on each block like this a microcosm
Poverty is rampant
Murders often happen
They call this "Chopper City"
Not cause helicopters passin'
Lotta drugs trafficked
Young'ns get caskets
Mothers cry and on the killer's face tears tatted
Bounce music blastin'
Ion't understand it
Not a fan but I like big booty girls dancin'
Plenty niggas rappin'
Even more trappin'
Some do it both
But others they just actin
Dreads are the fashion
Everybody has 'em
Gold tips, red tips
Each color in the pallete
Tourists keep askin' "where locals eat?"
And blow dollars down on Bourbon and Canal Street
Redbones, yellowbones everywhere you see
Alot of them Creole, man, you hear it in their speech

(Chorus)

(Shoutouts)

(Verse 3)
I can't even describe it
There's not a place like it
Its got a mystique
Its own swag you can't bite it
Uptown residing
I'm streetcar riding
I see the Superdome
From the window where I'm writing
Any where I might be
Theres Fleur de leis sightings
Scream "who dat" once
And everyone's replying
Rebel flags flying
The Saints come marching
The jazz band's playing
The second line's starting
Essensefest... Jazzfest... Mardi Gras
Bacchus... Endymion... Zulu Ball
Mid-City... Gretna... Harrahan
Metarie... Hammond... Algiers
I've met the realest people alive down here
And seen things that have opened my eyes around here
Done so much growin' up here these past years
I feel prone to call this
Home-from-Home

(Chorus) 2x

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from Future Nostalgia., released May 21, 2011

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Top Billion Miami, Florida

Born 9/14/90. From Monroe, LA. I started taking Rap seriously at 18. I rap about things that happen in my life and what I see going on in the world around me. I like making and releasing new songs because you can never have enough music. There's atleast one album you'll love here... guaranteed. ... more