Tae Retro - 3rdStrike !! lyrics
[Tae Retro - 3rdStrike !! lyrics]
Hi, Kevin
Came in a foreign but left in a Civic
Most of these niggas
They really ain't with it
Talking about rapping I thought
You was kidding
Retro so dope I should really sell writtens
Arrogant niggas they really be lame
Feel like Obama we really need change
Lies in the truth, don't care what you claim
Where is the love you acting estranged
I play it safe, know what you make
Niggas ain't making no bank (Tae Retro)
Hop in the whip, then I go missing
Most of y'all really be tripping
(That's the truth)
Yea I was broke, I needed hope
Couldn't find a way to cope
Come teach a lesson, about depression
Don't really care for the flexing
(I don't)
Don't care for flexing these niggas get mad
Your tape looks better inside of a bag
Ain't talking money I'm talking bout trash
Come to the stu and you leave in a dash
Come over shorty you leave in a second
I'm getting mad, like who is you testing
Been had the kick they should
Call me lil' Tekken
Boyfriend is mad, that nigga be stressing
Vice City, feel like Tommy Vercetti
Pull up on you with a Glock and machete
Nigga let's do it I hope that you ready
Yea her name Sarah but she gave me Becky
Double the profit pull up and I get it
That nigga snitching I know he ain't with it
We're rapping fails, I go start a business
I'm breaking records you caught
Me at Guinness
Came in a foreign but left in a Civic
Most of these niggas
They really ain't with it
Talking about rapping I thought
You was kidding
Retro so dope I should really sell writtens
Arrogant niggas they really be lame
Feel like Obama we really need change
Lies in the truth, don't care what you claim
Where is the love you acting estranged
I play it safe, know what you make
Niggas ain't making no bank (Tae Retro)
Hop in the whip, then I go missing
Most of y'all really be tripping
(That's the truth)
Yea I was broke, I needed hope
Couldn't find a way to cope
Come teach a lesson, about depression
Don't really care for the flexing
(I don't)
Don't care for flexing these niggas get mad
Your tape looks better inside of a bag
Ain't talking money I'm talking bout trash
Come to the stu and you leave in a dash
Come over shorty you leave in a second
I'm getting mad, like who is you testing
Been had the kick they should
Call me lil' Tekken
Boyfriend is mad, that nigga be stressing
Vice City, feel like Tommy Vercetti
Pull up on you with a Glock and machete
Nigga let's do it I hope that you ready
Yea her name Sarah but she gave me Becky
Double the profit pull up and I get it
That nigga snitching I know he ain't with it
We're rapping fails, I go start a business
I'm breaking records you caught
Me at Guinness