Retro boyz pt2

Verse 1)

 

 

I aint a Lamborghini or SUV , so why about your close deaths I should be car(ing)

They tried me and,

Ended up on a shadow realm

You lied to us and,

Now this meadow gun start shooting palms so keep trying

But,

You’d be dead

Haha lemme switch the flow my kids,

On the freestyle, beware of it cause I’m aiming the head

Bitch I go like ‘’Yu-GI-O’’

Mario jumping out but I jump opps with Yugis

Lemme go with a hook while I throw em a left hook

 

Hook :

Don’t believe me when this shit crazy,

Getting this specter awards, you ain’t believe me making it to the industry

I know I ain’t good at making hook so ima leave this a uppercut on the crate

 

Verse 2)

All of ‘em’ brains I attach

I’m going so high in ranks I end up getting in sky’s like a nasa launch

Try people from the streets, you wouldn’t last a minute in the trench

That’s a High STrETCH

Those lines that I’m spitting are so cold like a avalanche

That bitch dying like a flower, she got that ass cake that’s why it’s flour

I keep advancing, my 99. starting to detach

I keep fucking high thru the hours

Like YNW melly

Leaving their families traumatized

I’m self titled as a goat, I keep this fkin heating/Hitting those haters leavin em paralyzed

1:36

I’m a lyrical constellation sparking while I spark the ops brains

I dip em in the chest wit a knife, that’s why they call me Ursa Major (the Big Dipper)

Yeah ay listen

 

Hook :

Don’t believe me when this shit crazy,

Getting this specter awards, you ain’t believe me making it to the industry

I know I ain’t good at making hook so ima leave this a uppercut on the crate

(X2)

 

Verse 3)

I don’t Mimic the evil, on critics while I fuck all of ‘em’ gimmicks

Tired of those fake MC’s claiming to be 2pac while they doin’ nothing but gibberish

Tired of these dick riding like a Audi(ence) on the concert

With performance, Stop the diss and wash ‘em’ dishes

The fuck you looking at nigga? I’m still trying to figure out Nigga,

Understood ?

 

Retro boyz