Tae Retro - Phil Jackson lyrics
[Tae Retro - Phil Jackson lyrics]
Enrgy made this one alright, look
When it comes to spice talkin'
I’m very fluent
Ain't no middle ground for them boys
We are not congruent
Me and you are not the same
There is no confusion
I can put your girl onto game
She my favorite student
Niggas out here cappin' on
They flags like Domination
I could show you how to get
The bag with no hesitation
Seen me once, said I was the GOAT
Great observation
Whole gang perfect, never miss
We got great spacin’
I done set the trend for all these niggas
Need recognition i done set the wave
I'm on track like expedition
I'm the leading scorer of the league
No competition nowadays, I'm good with the
Numbers like long division
And I'm posted with the same guys
Niggas cappin'
Really out here livin' same lies
He tried to slide, he didn't think
They some brave guys
I’m tryna get it, I don’t care
If we on the same time
Never let 'em waste mines
I could put up numbers and drop
But I’d rather assist
You could check my field goal stats
I ain't planning to miss all black Tech
Got 'em thinkin' that Retro a Sith
In the rap game, he burnt out
So he needin’ a hit
Phil Jackson, when I'm in that
(Alright, hold on bro)
Phil Jackson, when I'm in that mode
I be coachin' the game
World champ, when it comes to rap
I had multiple reigns
I can snap whenever in the booth
I ain't lyrically sane (Fuck)
1400 in my pop, I need my ass beat (Shit)
They only shootin' in the air
Is this a track meet?
I don't go to bed, bitch, think about it
Do the bag sleep?
Made what you made last year in the past week
MPX put him in a suit, he a fancy man
Unky in the kitchen
Whip it up like my granny can
He'll cook you up some quick shit
Not no candy yams hit the space Runtz
I'm flyin' up like I'm Jango Fett
Three-five of shit, fuck, damn
This'll take yo' breath
We gon' bang yo' head if you a
Opp and you bang yo' set
On the right path to the M's
I can't take no left
Said he got a sealed pint
Give that shit to Faygo Test
Akhi and habibi on your head, better lay low
Neph' good VPN, hell nah
They can't trace no steps
ShittyBoyz and Tae Retro next
Come and place yo' bets
Talking all this big money shit
But you ain't made no check
Chain water, fit water
Got yo' bitch tryna dive on it
Back to back in Scat Packs
Pull up lookin' like a hive on it
We'll shut his motherfuckin' block down
If we slide on it
Ain't it funny how I'm thinkin' with my
Dick? She put her mind on it
Mike Amiri, Ksubi, shit, I rock fancy pants
All this motherfuckin' dog shit
Got my fanny crammed
I'll drill his ass with the hammer
I'm a handyman multicolor diamonds
New chain look like Candyland
Bro'll shoot that bitch from long range
Like he hoop still
'Vette with the missing roof when
I make the coupe squeal triple S's on
But it give a bitch the boot still
Five hundred dollar brunch
All I bought was two meals
Touchdown in LA, feel like Matt Stafford
He keep rappin' 'bout them pounds
He a cap trapper
Once I get the neck up off you
We can't chat after
Buddy thinkin' we gon' knuckle up
Boy, we don't lack, scrapper
Fuck is you talkin' 'bout?
When it comes to spice talkin'
I’m very fluent
Ain't no middle ground for them boys
We are not congruent
Me and you are not the same
There is no confusion
I can put your girl onto game
She my favorite student
Niggas out here cappin' on
They flags like Domination
I could show you how to get
The bag with no hesitation
Seen me once, said I was the GOAT
Great observation
Whole gang perfect, never miss
We got great spacin’
I done set the trend for all these niggas
Need recognition i done set the wave
I'm on track like expedition
I'm the leading scorer of the league
No competition nowadays, I'm good with the
Numbers like long division
And I'm posted with the same guys
Niggas cappin'
Really out here livin' same lies
He tried to slide, he didn't think
They some brave guys
I’m tryna get it, I don’t care
If we on the same time
Never let 'em waste mines
I could put up numbers and drop
But I’d rather assist
You could check my field goal stats
I ain't planning to miss all black Tech
Got 'em thinkin' that Retro a Sith
In the rap game, he burnt out
So he needin’ a hit
Phil Jackson, when I'm in that
(Alright, hold on bro)
Phil Jackson, when I'm in that mode
I be coachin' the game
World champ, when it comes to rap
I had multiple reigns
I can snap whenever in the booth
I ain't lyrically sane (Fuck)
1400 in my pop, I need my ass beat (Shit)
They only shootin' in the air
Is this a track meet?
I don't go to bed, bitch, think about it
Do the bag sleep?
Made what you made last year in the past week
MPX put him in a suit, he a fancy man
Unky in the kitchen
Whip it up like my granny can
He'll cook you up some quick shit
Not no candy yams hit the space Runtz
I'm flyin' up like I'm Jango Fett
Three-five of shit, fuck, damn
This'll take yo' breath
We gon' bang yo' head if you a
Opp and you bang yo' set
On the right path to the M's
I can't take no left
Said he got a sealed pint
Give that shit to Faygo Test
Akhi and habibi on your head, better lay low
Neph' good VPN, hell nah
They can't trace no steps
ShittyBoyz and Tae Retro next
Come and place yo' bets
Talking all this big money shit
But you ain't made no check
Chain water, fit water
Got yo' bitch tryna dive on it
Back to back in Scat Packs
Pull up lookin' like a hive on it
We'll shut his motherfuckin' block down
If we slide on it
Ain't it funny how I'm thinkin' with my
Dick? She put her mind on it
Mike Amiri, Ksubi, shit, I rock fancy pants
All this motherfuckin' dog shit
Got my fanny crammed
I'll drill his ass with the hammer
I'm a handyman multicolor diamonds
New chain look like Candyland
Bro'll shoot that bitch from long range
Like he hoop still
'Vette with the missing roof when
I make the coupe squeal triple S's on
But it give a bitch the boot still
Five hundred dollar brunch
All I bought was two meals
Touchdown in LA, feel like Matt Stafford
He keep rappin' 'bout them pounds
He a cap trapper
Once I get the neck up off you
We can't chat after
Buddy thinkin' we gon' knuckle up
Boy, we don't lack, scrapper
Fuck is you talkin' 'bout?