Tae Retro, Your Stepdad, cosznmo - WRLD IS OURS lyrics
[Tae Retro, Your Stepdad, cosznmo - WRLD IS OURS lyrics]
Ayy, huh
If I told you, "I got you" my nigga
You better relax (Relax)
Foenem be pushing the max and shit
But I'm tryna touch the masses
They don't got faith, they judge by glasses
Eight RPM in the dashes
I don't wanna work for the masters
Half of the money I get is my masters (Ayy)
Let's meet over there with the mobsters
Get you in (Ayy)
Let's meet over there with the mobsters
Get you in tune with an eighth of the chakras
Cash out on dirty money 'cause thе bop tryna
Know what I got in my stockings
Going broke not really funny when you
All alonе with them limited options
Brodie said, "Tell the truth with it"
Even the hard times and the low
Times, do a small grind, get some more shine
Boy, it's showtime, kill a fuck nigga with
A closed nine, give her twelve dollars
She'll blow minds
I don't take souls, I sold mine (Nigga, ayy)
I shouldn't have to say it
It's already stated, lil' nigga
The world is mine
Almighty So' with the flow
Lil' Retro is known to go
And blow some minds
"Hold on, Tae Retro, boy, you
Out of line" nah, y'all boys out of time
Edison Cousy, pure playmaker
The way that I'm known
For dropping these dimes
I ain't tryna link with
None of these niggas
I'm local to my confines
You not having motion
So why is you speaking?
He not really 'bout it, he vocally demon
She calling me baby, but no one is teething
I'm good on the beef like that one nigga
Kenan (And let me say it one more time
For the people in the back)
Nigga, the world is ours it took me a while
But now the style is leaner than Italy towers
The new Wally West, I'm slowing the time
It's been kinda hard to follow the hours
The opps down bad, I'm keeping my leverage
It's crazy how Retro be gaining the power
I'm feeling like Nas, I
Might drop a classic
Name it the new Illmatic
Dropping all plat's, promote the tape
Know it's gon' gain some traction
I'm knowing that most of y'all
Not gon' hear me
Still gon' preach to the masses
You tried to diss, it didn't work out
It did sound good in practice
It did sound good in practice (Uh)
Put in more shots like practice (Uh)
Sending him shots like practice
Most y'all turn on a opp like (Uh)
Putting more shots in an opp like practice
Putting more shots in a
(Uh, grrah, We love you, Coz)
Damn, yeah, practice
She tryna jack it, but I'm not a cactus
Chop' let it sing like a choir of masses
Took a dip in her water
Converted her baptist (Uh, yeah)
Don't give a fuck 'bout a status
Spinning your block, yeah
They call me the axis
World in my hands and I feel like a fascist
Told that nigga
"Strap up" not talking fasten
Stay with five shooters, no Jackson
Hashtag your name in a caption
Opposites causing attraction
Split him in half like a mo'fucking fraction
Split it in half like a mo'fucking fracture
Pulling her tracks
Make her rev' like a tractor
Hit it and ghost, why she calling me Casper?
Shorty catch balls like she
Play for the Packers
She ride it slow like a (Uh, yeah)
She ride it slow like she play for the Pacers
Shoot at the back of the stick like a Razor
Get that boy tagged with a mo'fucking lazer
Trail with a opp, with a (Uh, yeah)
Trail me a opp, do a drill in a blazer
Put a fee on his head
He not getting a waiver
If she not a bank, why the
Fuck would I chase her, nigga?
(yeah) uh, yeah
Uh, uh, yeah uh, yeah, gang
If I told you, "I got you" my nigga
You better relax (Relax)
Foenem be pushing the max and shit
But I'm tryna touch the masses
They don't got faith, they judge by glasses
Eight RPM in the dashes
I don't wanna work for the masters
Half of the money I get is my masters (Ayy)
Let's meet over there with the mobsters
Get you in (Ayy)
Let's meet over there with the mobsters
Get you in tune with an eighth of the chakras
Cash out on dirty money 'cause thе bop tryna
Know what I got in my stockings
Going broke not really funny when you
All alonе with them limited options
Brodie said, "Tell the truth with it"
Even the hard times and the low
Times, do a small grind, get some more shine
Boy, it's showtime, kill a fuck nigga with
A closed nine, give her twelve dollars
She'll blow minds
I don't take souls, I sold mine (Nigga, ayy)
I shouldn't have to say it
It's already stated, lil' nigga
The world is mine
Almighty So' with the flow
Lil' Retro is known to go
And blow some minds
"Hold on, Tae Retro, boy, you
Out of line" nah, y'all boys out of time
Edison Cousy, pure playmaker
The way that I'm known
For dropping these dimes
I ain't tryna link with
None of these niggas
I'm local to my confines
You not having motion
So why is you speaking?
He not really 'bout it, he vocally demon
She calling me baby, but no one is teething
I'm good on the beef like that one nigga
Kenan (And let me say it one more time
For the people in the back)
Nigga, the world is ours it took me a while
But now the style is leaner than Italy towers
The new Wally West, I'm slowing the time
It's been kinda hard to follow the hours
The opps down bad, I'm keeping my leverage
It's crazy how Retro be gaining the power
I'm feeling like Nas, I
Might drop a classic
Name it the new Illmatic
Dropping all plat's, promote the tape
Know it's gon' gain some traction
I'm knowing that most of y'all
Not gon' hear me
Still gon' preach to the masses
You tried to diss, it didn't work out
It did sound good in practice
It did sound good in practice (Uh)
Put in more shots like practice (Uh)
Sending him shots like practice
Most y'all turn on a opp like (Uh)
Putting more shots in an opp like practice
Putting more shots in a
(Uh, grrah, We love you, Coz)
Damn, yeah, practice
She tryna jack it, but I'm not a cactus
Chop' let it sing like a choir of masses
Took a dip in her water
Converted her baptist (Uh, yeah)
Don't give a fuck 'bout a status
Spinning your block, yeah
They call me the axis
World in my hands and I feel like a fascist
Told that nigga
"Strap up" not talking fasten
Stay with five shooters, no Jackson
Hashtag your name in a caption
Opposites causing attraction
Split him in half like a mo'fucking fraction
Split it in half like a mo'fucking fracture
Pulling her tracks
Make her rev' like a tractor
Hit it and ghost, why she calling me Casper?
Shorty catch balls like she
Play for the Packers
She ride it slow like a (Uh, yeah)
She ride it slow like she play for the Pacers
Shoot at the back of the stick like a Razor
Get that boy tagged with a mo'fucking lazer
Trail with a opp, with a (Uh, yeah)
Trail me a opp, do a drill in a blazer
Put a fee on his head
He not getting a waiver
If she not a bank, why the
Fuck would I chase her, nigga?
(yeah) uh, yeah
Uh, uh, yeah uh, yeah, gang