[Intro]
Uh, I hate Kevin
Tae Retro
Ayy bro, they still need my assistance (Alright, let's go)
Yeah, yeah, hold on, Tae Retro

[Verse 1]
And they turn me up when it's game time (Huh?)
I'ont even trip over cash 'cause nowadays, I'm makin' money off punchlines (Yessir)
No, I'm not sayin' I'm rich, but bro, I really seen harder times
Only real n***as inside of my circle, and nowadays, that's really hard to find (Let's go)
Me and Kevin, man, we been undefeated
What's the reason why these n***as still sleepin'?
On the tеam, but you traded midseason
You wanna fight? You should go fight your demons (He lame)
Head of state, I'm the man that's in charge
Retro Irving, I'm the one you can't guard
Overall, but we been far apart
Don't act dumb, you knew that from the start (You knew it)
Low fatigue, boy, you needin' some Gatorade
Charged up, I'm ignorin' the hate today
Retro Edison the one that's gon' innovate
You ain't fightin', you the one that's gon' instigate (You ain't 'bout it bro)
Times weird, brothers dyin' for nothin'
What's your purpose? Gotta grind for somethin'
Ho's sick at the fact that I'm buzzin'
And even more at the fact I ain't cuffin' (Come on bro)
Shorty fine, but she act like a dime
She outta line, why she wastin' my time?
Ain't ugly, but she really ain't fine
Her head boosted, man, it should be a crime (She lame)
Saiyan comin', man, I'm feelin' like Broly
I'm the G.O.A.T., well, that's what they told me
Too turnt, so these ho's can't hoe me
It's RIP, not, 'cause I grind by my lonely (Yeah)
[Interlude]
Yeah, yeah
Hold on, we takin' a brief intermission
Tae Retro
Yeah, yeah, Tae Retro, uh
Look (Alright)

[Verse 2]
I'ma vibe, all I need is a beat
Pat Riley, bro, I came with the heat
Haters woke, I interrupted they sleep
So now they geeked every time that I tweak
Hatin' me? Bro, go beef with your life
Ho's trickin' when I need me a wife
Gassin' you, but I don't know the hype
I heard your song bro, it was aight (It was cool)
Over creed bro, I'm slidin' like Ezio
I got numbers, so they think I'm the next to blow
Been hotter than a summer in Mexico
Next year, tryna tour out in Tokyo
I'm on your screen like you paid for the pay-per-view
If you hatin', then my sauce wasn't made for you
You could've blown, but it's really too late for you
N***as bitin' at the style like a saber tooth

[Outro]
Oh ok, we done made it to the end
Oh bro, man, I am tired, ha
It is- how late is it bro?
I don't even know, but I'm outta here (Goodbye)