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Hold on, Retro

Got a death note for all my opps, they gon' take an L

**** down bad, stuck in sales tryna make they bail

Run the check up, then take a break, think I'm Dave Chappelle

Tryna reach my final form now, I think I'm Perfect Cell

For the glory, I'ma die a legend, think I'm Will Smith

Shorty only know me off the rap, but I still hit

Run the song back after I make it, they gon' feel this

Threw the mask on before I rap 'cause I'm real sick

**** only helpin' when it's beneficial (Huh, what?)

Boy, I'm talkin' filthy over instrumentals (Tae Retro)

Goin' against me? Man, that's detrimental (Nah)

Coachin' all these rappers, where's they fundamentals? (Okay)

In the lab, cookin' five star, think I'm Thomas Keller

If I wrote a book about my life, it'll be a bestseller

You cap **** need a campfire, y'all some storytellers

Knew I was gon' blow, but I ain't see it comin' like I'm Helen Keller

If I wasn't Tae Retro, would she care? Man, I doubt it

You ain't about your bag? Man, that's lame, boy, you childish

She wanna stay the night at my crib, man, she wildin'

Wear a basic fit, and they still claimin' that I'm stylish (Ayy, Tae Retro, can you snap again real quick?)

Tae Retro, I'm known to leave beats up in critical

I ain't sacrificin' none my bros, what's a ritual?

The way I change the game at any moment, man, it's pivotal

Turn your back once, don't spin the block, it's unforgivable

And yes, I'm speakin' literal when I claim that I'm the general

Harder than some minerals, ain't stoppin', what's an interval?

He wanna borrow my flow, but it ain't rentable

I said it once before, but I ain't gon' say it again (Man, say it again)

You the type to lose, but then go say you win (You said you won?)

I try to watch my ways like I hate to sin (Huh, what?)

**** love to lie 'bout what they rakin' in (Why?)

I been goin' crazy for a minute, I need to settle down

You the type to act extra fake when some hoes around

Heard she from the city, so when she come, I'ma go to town

I'm an inspiration to a few, so I can't let 'em down

Could've grabbed the bag, but you ain't reach, call you Cam Newton

You would think **** got all they badges, man, they steady shootin'

Shorty tryna bust my windows out, she ain't known for lootin'

Keep my circles small, Retro really never known for groupin'

Movin' militant, I need a ration, why these **** actin'?

Droppin' every year like John Madden, boy, I'm never lackin'

Causing traction, finna leave the states like I ain't pay my taxes

I'm so cold, I prolly need a jacket after I drop my classic

If it's about some money, then I gotta have it

You know just how I move, so I cannot be average