Tae Retro - Game 7 !!! lyrics
[Tae Retro - Game 7 !!! lyrics]
Tae Retro, ha, uh (Hold on, Tae Retro)
I'm running this beat like a
Race on the freeway
Snapping on time with no delay
I'm locked in the game, niggas
Needing a key made
Build on the beat like I'm Ceeday
(Let's go) every time that I drop
Niggas rushing to replay
Way I came up was the me way
And I'm putting out gas like
I work at the speedway
Treat everyday like my G day
Game seven in the stu'
I can show you an all-time performance
Feel like Fauni
I'm needing like thousands of
Bands 'til my pockеts be similar, gorgeous
I'm up on the comp'
So no wondеr they forfeit
Half of them stories they
Telling is fictional he dissing on Tae
Why he look like an imbecile?
The way that he biting, I swear
It's so criminal heard that you failing
I'm laughing so cynical
Ayy, I might do the verse if the bag right
Niggas hating, they living in mad spite
Any problems I'm facing is mad light
Niggas be stuck in the past like a lag spike
Broke as a joke, man, your pockets hilarious
The styles that I'm dropping, it changes
Various
I think it's a game, how they copying Tae
But I'm not really mad
At the Retro experience
And Tae Retro known as a national treasure
You known for the top
I'm just here for the pleasure
When Edison drop, man
You know that it's pressure
I gotta slow down because
Niggas can't measure claiming you eating
Then where is your plate at?
That nigga is weak
So why would you play that? Settle for less
Like why would you take that?
You setting the record
But Tae finna break that (Uh, uh, uh)
Post up in the stu' like I'm Nikola Jokic
Niggas ain't having no motion
He say he a killer, we know
That he joking, talk about money, i'm open
(Okay) she wanting me back, but I
Can't 'cause I'm broken
I ain't the one for proposing
Khalil? in the Chi', balling
Out like DeRozan, please
Do not leave that boy open (Tae Retro)
And I'm known for scoring
Not playing no defense
I'm better than decent
Niggas loving all my songs and
Fuck with my recents
Got a young nigga cheesing
I'm rigging the game, after that
I am leaving, and no
There's no need for a reason
Late days are over, no grieving
And life isn't fair, so I'm cheating
(Hold on, Retro)
Hating on me, but your money improper
Came with the force like Luke
I'm your father
You cannot compete, so why would you bother?
All this acting, you need you an Oscar
And Edison heal, my music medicinal
Heard your last song, huh, pitiful
I'm tired of rappers
They sounding so typical
They quoting my verses
Like Edison's biblical
At the end of the day
Most of you niggas don't matter
They good with the lying
We label 'em cappers
DiCaprio tight, man, you niggas be actors
And we not the same
We on two different chapters
We in two different cities, you wanna commute
You thinking he hard, I prefer him on mute
Go ask about Edison, he is the truth
And niggas be lying 'bout what they gon' do