[Intro]

Ahem, alright

Alright, you know what, niggas ain't expect this

Yeah, yeah (And this beat from Cash, not from YouTube)

Hold on, Tae Retro

[Verse 1]

These niggas, they not really tough, they hop on the 'Gram and switch up the narrative

Yeah, I can score, but I rather assist, I'm something like "Pistol Pete" Maravich

On the topic of death, I'm not really for it, but don't ever think that I'm scared of it

I know this one Muslim, he move like a boss, he only know how to speak Arabic (Tae Retro)

If I retire, I'm known as the G.O.A.T., I'm something like '93 Jordan

It's kinda ironic that I stopped hooping, but in real life, I'm scoring

You swear that you lit by your image, reality speaking, we know that you boring

This lil' ho is chasing, I call her a sprinter, but I'm not the one that's touring (Haha)

[Chorus]

They ain't the ones that's winning, huh

Nigga, this just the beginning

I'm finna slide in a minute, huh

He swear he a shooter, he kidding, huh

And I need a brief intermission, huh

Tae Retro, I'm on a mission

[Verse 2]

I just had me an epiphany

I don't understand why these niggas be sick of me

Used to be mad, that's the bitter me

No, I'm not famous, you still can't belittle me

I got the power, I keep it a mystery, me and the beat got history

My head is level, so you cannot trigger me, I am not here for the trickery

She wanna be saved, I'm not with the chivalry, now she see me as her enemy

Can someone define success? Yeah, I think I got it, but I don't really know

I think it's objective, I keep dropping records until I actually blow

Niggas don't hear me complain, I'm always thankful, bro, you already know

And she wanna leave, then be my guest, Tae never trip over hoes

You would think she is a waitress, how she on my tip, she keep tryna eat Tae like he edible

Might call her over to see if she flexible, known off the strength like I'm Mr. Incredible

She used to ho me way back at the school, but it's kinda ironic how she be on testicles

"Retro, I heard that you broke," man, who told you that lie? Because whoever your source is not credible

And wait, I got the stu' lit like a festival

Beat the beat up, now it's needing some medical

You only be shooting on COD, what's your reticle?

The way that I'm snapping, it shouldn't be ethical

They wanna be better, there is no comparison

I barely respond, they say Edison arrogant

23s on my feet like I'm Benjamin Harrison

She want all my help, but I'm not a Samaritan

[Chorus]

They ain't the ones that's winning, huh

Nigga, this just the beginning

I'm finna slide in a minute, huh

He swear he a shooter, he kidding, huh

And I need a brief intermission, huh

Tae Retro, I'm on a mission

[Verse 3]

I ran the bag up, but I'm still needing plenty

I silenced the Glock, now it's muffled like Kenny

I ran up the check, now she wanting some Fendi

She want some Balenci', Balenci', Balenci'

And no, I'm not Uzi, no Uzi, no Uzi

If I parried the beat, then the flow have you woozy

This ain't MyTEAM, she want sapphire and ruby

The stock kinda bad, Retro never been bougie

And yes, my field goal percentage one hunnid

And yes, I know that y'all see how I'm coming

[Outro]

Uh, what, Tae Retro, uh

Tae Retro, uh

Haha, alright man, I'm outta here

Yeah, yeah