[Intro]
What, what? (Ayy, pipe up, Hoodrixh)
What? (Hold on, Tae Retro)

[Verse]
Now, why would I ever take 'vice from a n***a when I already know that I'm better than?
Hit the beat, walk it down like a veteran, can you please find me a rapper I ain't better than?
And I'm storming on n***as, no need for a weatherman, thinking you boys need a better plan
And they hating the flow, but I already know they probably gon' jack it like Letterman
If you hating on me, then you in the minority, needing to change your priorities
Got a phone full of women, it's not a sorority, already know they adoring mе (Wait, what?)
Movie check off the rap, no, it's not dropping quartеrly
What is a boss? No employing me
Had to switch up my life 'cause it had no authority, you n***as broke with no warranty
No Kirilenko, I drop forty-seven, I'm actually more like the Hitman
And I'm all on my grind, so I know they can't withstand, how they gon' block with no wingspan?
And that girl that you loving, she following Tae's plan, I'm at her door like the rentman
You can keep all that love if it's coming off backhand, I am the G.O.A.T. of my homeland
The plan A to Z was just making this music, I knew I would blow off of punchlines
Before I go hungry, I'll stand to get fed, and no, I ain't talking school lunchlines
If we talking L's, I haven't took many, so no, I won't speak on that one time
If I could go back, I wouldn't change a thing 'cause after it all, I still shine
Due to inflation, I'm raising my price, so don't even call if your pockets ain't right
Used to wake up and clock in for the job, that's just motivation for studio nights
Going out sad for some media lacks validation, ain't worth it, I'm good off the likes
Swear you a shooter? You don't fit the type
Swear that you love me? You living in spite
No 1-3-1, but I'm all in my zone
If the vibe feeling off, then I'm changing the tone
We know he ain't sliding, he always on Chrome
And if this is your ho, why she stressing my phone?
Down bad on my luck, I was stuck in them projects like Pat, just wondering where y'all was at
It was real ugly like Edison's name on them apps, if I blow, probably changing my at
Now, let's keep it real, money off rap with no deal, but I'm far from the goal of a mill'
Remember them days, 2014, I couldn't get a meal, but the rap is what all made it heal
Nah, for real, I was getting bald like Shaquille 'til I bought me a mic, made a kill
I'ma keep snapping 'til vocals go ill
Could've been broke, but that's far from my yield
And you can't complain if your life is controllable
And I'ma keep grinding 'til all lines ain't quotable
Anytime that I drop, yes, I'm coming with quotables
And whenever you drop, it be sounding disposable (You tweaking right now)
Going up, I can tell the trajectory
Made it far off of this will and a recipe
If you asking, then no one ahead of me
If you ain't on your grind, then you dead to me
I turned some haters to fans, I'm feeling like Dutch, it was all in the plan
I heard they got music demand, so I gotta drop, yes, I'm feeding the fans
When I blow, then I'm leaving the land
Coming back like I'm 'Bron, they know I'm the man
If I sign, I need money advance
You could win if you go take that chance
[Outro]
Huh, what? Tae Retro, uh
Tae Retro, hahaha, yeah this sounds good, bro