Murs, DJ.Fresh - Murs In Retrograde lyrics
[Murs, DJ.Fresh - Murs In Retrograde lyrics]
Eat, eat, eat, eat emcees
Had to leave early
'Cause half the niggas that came with me is dirty
Murder cases, and the failures to appear
So quit tryna tell motherfuckas that I'm weird
Tell 'em 'bout the time you took my cash and whooped my ass
It don't exist, you never did shit with yo lookin' ass
No past is given, just rash decisions and bad collisions
Now you can't ask for forgiveness
I set the Guinness World Record
Got it out the dirt, then I made the world respect it
While you can't do shit 'til yo big homie say so
So kick back and lay low, while I move the payload
My mental, unstable, I'm cut loose, a cable
Still hold down my state though, from Frisco to Daygo
Put food on the table when you wasn't able
Like I had a halo, so what's all the hate for?
I'm grateful
Still gettin' to it, I'm thankful
Got messages from executives, but I ain't messin' with none of these labels
'90s shit, the grimiest
I'm sayin', come and find me, bitch
Puffy on that shiny shit, been killin' shit since '96
'Member? You DM me on some "sign me" shit
I got the screenshots on the wall right behind me, bitch
"Can you ask your fans to follow me?"
But now you won't acknowledge me or gimme no apology
It's evident, it's elephant to mouse psychology
Big name nigga scared of somebody as small as me?
"He ain't worth it, he's underground", that's what you tell yourself
They cancel tours, I'm ready for war, bitch, prepare yourself
Bomb first, like Pac did
Put your hand out to shake it, I'll break it, rip it out the socket
Arm danglin', all I'm sayin' is I'm not playin'
Y'all tryna go bar for bar, can't hang with it
Him is I, and I am he
Slim, without the tilted brim so my eyes could see
The temperament of simpletons just despisin' me
Y'all ain't equipped, you attempt to analyze a G
But really, it's just a half-circle with a line up and a line across
You investigate the time it cost
The sacrifice that defines the boss
Then you went tryna find a cross
Couldn't hang, 'cause you're kinda soft
Gave up, and you finally lost
It's Big Murs, and I'm signin' off
(Yeah nigga)
Had to leave early
'Cause half the niggas that came with me is dirty
Murder cases, and the failures to appear
So quit tryna tell motherfuckas that I'm weird
Tell 'em 'bout the time you took my cash and whooped my ass
It don't exist, you never did shit with yo lookin' ass
No past is given, just rash decisions and bad collisions
Now you can't ask for forgiveness
I set the Guinness World Record
Got it out the dirt, then I made the world respect it
While you can't do shit 'til yo big homie say so
So kick back and lay low, while I move the payload
My mental, unstable, I'm cut loose, a cable
Still hold down my state though, from Frisco to Daygo
Put food on the table when you wasn't able
Like I had a halo, so what's all the hate for?
I'm grateful
Still gettin' to it, I'm thankful
Got messages from executives, but I ain't messin' with none of these labels
'90s shit, the grimiest
I'm sayin', come and find me, bitch
Puffy on that shiny shit, been killin' shit since '96
'Member? You DM me on some "sign me" shit
I got the screenshots on the wall right behind me, bitch
"Can you ask your fans to follow me?"
But now you won't acknowledge me or gimme no apology
It's evident, it's elephant to mouse psychology
Big name nigga scared of somebody as small as me?
"He ain't worth it, he's underground", that's what you tell yourself
They cancel tours, I'm ready for war, bitch, prepare yourself
Bomb first, like Pac did
Put your hand out to shake it, I'll break it, rip it out the socket
Arm danglin', all I'm sayin' is I'm not playin'
Y'all tryna go bar for bar, can't hang with it
Him is I, and I am he
Slim, without the tilted brim so my eyes could see
The temperament of simpletons just despisin' me
Y'all ain't equipped, you attempt to analyze a G
But really, it's just a half-circle with a line up and a line across
You investigate the time it cost
The sacrifice that defines the boss
Then you went tryna find a cross
Couldn't hang, 'cause you're kinda soft
Gave up, and you finally lost
It's Big Murs, and I'm signin' off
(Yeah nigga)