[Sample: The Notorious B.I.G.]
Moet poppin'
Ho hoppin'
Ain't no stopp-, stoppin'
(x3.5) I'm a Bad Boy!

[Intro: Terrance Moore]
Yeah, yo, roll that up

Retro Nuveaux

[Verse 1]
I've been gracing mics since a baby boy
Tryna get Mercedes doors
They go up, but ladies draws don't
Quite the opposite, as I'm fumblin' phonics
From jugglin' alcohol & narcotics
I'm so neurotic, but it calms me
And gives me confidence to lead this army
And not the kind that run around with Tommy's
Retro Nuveaux is the team I'm running for
Trust in the Lord, they can't fade your boy
What they say is talk, they don't pay me dog
Getting paid to talk, lookin' for space in New York
But you know where I'm from, that Garden State
Brick City resident for most of my days
I'm tryna get paid, and even though I love it
Get the fuck up out this state
Cause ain't nothin' here, but violence
Handguns and sirens
And violins that inspire men
To get the gat and go in
[Hook: Terrance Moore]
Yeah, that's why it ain't hard to tell
Nah, it ain't hard to tell
Yeah, it ain't hard to tell
I'ma hit like crack did in the '80s

[Hook: The Notorious B.I.G.] x4
It ain't hard to tell
I'm the east coast overdose

(Fuck up the party before it even start)
(Fuck up the party before it even start)

[Verse 2]
Yeah, roll up that good weed as I proceed
To give you what you need, uh, do you like that?
Do you take three puffs and pass it right back?
Well fuck it, come and rap with the Rat Pack
I'm planting seeds in The Garden, where we mack at
We mow trees like a farmer, hope a black gat don't see the armor
Oh, me? My dreams somewhere between big and nirvana, (I'm just playin')
I'm here to peace the drama, hope there's no such thing as karma, (But I'm sayin'?)
But if it is, know that I'ma be
On the plus side of the dichotomy
Tryna get these girls faded in here responsibly
And if I can't, oh well
I ain't a saint, go tell
They tryna see the hotel
By hangin' on my coattail
This shit ain't even wrote well
So you could say if I don't move units
That's why I don't sell
Tryna make my folks proud and stack cheddar
That's why I blow loud and smoke now
Hope I don't collapse like a bad dresser
Under pressure, a diamond
"Why you be diggin' for samples so much?"
"N***a, I'm mining!" (Mind yours)
See the Breitling for perfect timing
And you only hit once in this industry that I'm in
[Hook] x4
It ain't hard to tell
I'm the east coast overdose

[Hook]
Yeah, that's why it ain't hard to tell
Yeah, it ain't hard to tell
It ain't hard to tell
I'ma hit like crack did in the '80s

[Change Up]
Maybe, uh
But 'til then break the shit down
Yeah, uh
'Til then break the shit down

[Hook/Hook/Bridge]
Yeah, that's why it ain't hard to tell
(Hardcore, rhymes galore, givin' you more,)
Nah, it ain't hard to tell
Nah, it ain't hard to tell
(And like I said before...)

[Transition]
Retro Nuveaux
Welcome to the East Coast...

[Verse 3]
Yeah
So you wanna overdose?
You're close
Come to the coast
Where we favor art over toast
Young king, Basquiat, head on a platter
Cause racists don't wanna see a n***a climb the ladder
My patterns emerge, "the Versace of words"
I'm tryna take turds, on these bitches whips
Call it revenge, I'm a monster
New James Dean, gotta ride clean
Leather jacket don't mean I'm a wild thing
Yeah
I used to listen to mixes of Shawn, Chris & 'Pac
I was thinking back then, that I gotta see the top
So what you think I'm thinking now?
I put in work, gotta bring it out
Show the world what I'm 'bout
Uh, ok
Need more than gold chains
Need a mansion, with a main chick
Camping there sometimes
Yeah
Need to be famous, make my lane switch
Then it'll be easy to get high
I
Give you hot lyrics, you high when you first hear it
And you say, "He got the East on lock"
I'm
Just gettin' here, but act like I've been here
Since the first time 50 got hot

[Outro: Diddy]
Uh huh
Come on
Uh huh
Come on
Come on
I want a remix again
I think I want a remix again