[Intro]
Uh
Hold on, Retro

[Verse]
Got a death note for all my opps, they gon' take an L
N***as down bad, stuck in sales tryna make they bail
Run the check up, then take a break, think I'm Dave Chappelle
Tryna reach my final form now, I think I'm Perfect Cell
For the glory, I'ma die a legend, think I'm Will Smith
Shorty only know me off the rap, but I still hit
Run the song back after I make it, they gon' feel this
Threw the mask on before I rap 'cause I'm real sick
N***as only helpin' when it's been official (Huh, what?)
Boy, I'm talkin' filthy over instrumentals (Tae Retro)
Goin' against mе? Man, that's detrimental (Nah)
Coachin' all thesе rappers, where's they fundamentals? (Okay)
In the lab, cookin' five star, think I'm Thomas Keller
If I wrote a book about my life, it'll be a bestseller
You cap n***as need a campfire, y'all some storytellers
Knew I was gon' blow, but I ain't see it comin' like I'm Helen Keller
If I wasn't Tae Retro, would she care? Man, I doubt it
You ain't about your bag? Man, that's lame, boy, you childish
She wanna stay the night at my crib, man, she wildin'
[?], they still claimin' that I'm stylish (Ayy, Tae Retro, can you snap again real quick?)
Tae Retro, I'm known to leave beats up in critical
I ain't sacrificin' none my bros, what's a ritual?
The way I change the game at any moment, man, it's pivotal
Turn your back once, don't spin the block, it's unforgivable
And yes, I'm speakin' literal when I claim that I'm the general
Harder than some minerals, ain't stoppin', what's an interval?
He wanna borrow my flow, but it ain't rentable
I said it once before, but I ain't gon' say it again (Man, say it again)
You the type to lose, but then go say you win (You said you won?)
I try to watch my ways like I hate to sin (Huh, what?)
N***as love to lie 'bout what they rakin' in (Why?)
I be goin' crazy for a minute, I need to settle down
You the type to act extra fake when some ho's around
Heard she from the city, so when she come, I'ma go to town
I'm an inspiration to a few, so I can't let 'em down
Could've grabbed the bag, but you ain't reach, call you Cam Newton
You would think n***as got all they badges, man, they steady shootin'
Shorty tryna bust my windows out, she ain't known for lootin'
Keep my circles small, Retro really never known for groupin'
Movin' militant, I need a ration, why these n***as actin'?
Droppin' every year like John Madden, boy, I'm never lackin'
Causing traction, finna leave the states like I ain't pay my taxes
I'm so cold, I prolly need a jacket after I drop my classic
If it's about some money, then I gotta have it
You know just how I move, so I cannot be average