Game 7 !!!

[Intro]
Uh, Tae Retro
Tae Retro, ha, uh (Hold on, Tae Retro)

[Verse]
I'm running this beat like a race on the freeway, snapping on time with no delay
I'm locked in the game, niggas needing a key made, build on the beat like I'm Ceeday (Let's go)
Every time that I drop, niggas rushing to replay, way I came up was the me way
And I'm putting out gas like I work at the speedway, treat everyday like my G-day
Game seven in the stu', I can show you an all-time performance
Feel like Fauni, I'm needing like thousands of bands 'til my pockеts be similar, gorgeous
I'm up on the comp', so no wondеr they forfeit
Half of them stories they telling is fictional
He dissing on Tae, why he look like an imbecile?
The way that he biting, I swear, it's so criminal
Heard that you failing, I'm laughing so cynical
Ayy, I might do the verse if the bag right
Niggas hating, they living in mad spite
Any problems I'm facing is mad light
Niggas be stuck in the past like a lag spike
Broke as a joke, man, your pockets hilarious
The styles that I'm dropping, it changes, various
I think it's a game, how they copying Tae, but I'm not really mad at the Retro experience
And Tae Retro known as a national treasure
You known for the top, I'm just here for the pleasure
When Edison drop, man, you know that it's pressure
I gotta slow down because niggas can't measure
Claiming you eating, then where is your plate at?
That nigga is weak, so why would you play that?
Settle for less, like why would you take that?
You setting the record, but Tae finna break that (Uh, uh, uh)
Post up in the stu' like I'm Nikola Jokic, niggas ain't having no motion
He say he a killer, we know that he joking, talk about money, I'm open (Okay)
She wanting me back, but I can't 'cause I'm broken, I ain't the one for proposing
Khalil? in the Chi', balling out like DeRozan, please, do not leave that boy open (Tae Retro)
And I'm known for scoring, not playing no defense, I'm better than decent
Niggas loving all my songs and fuck with my recents, got a young nigga cheesing
I'm rigging the game, after that, I am leaving, and no, there's no need for a reason
Late days are over, no grieving, and life isn't fair, so I'm cheating (Hold on, Retro)
Hating on me, but your money improper
Came with the force like Luke, I'm your father
You cannot compete, so why would you bother?
All this acting, you need you an Oscar
And Edison heal, my music medicinal
Heard your last song, huh, pitiful
I'm tired of rappers, they sounding so typical
They quoting my verses like Edison's biblical
At the end of the day, most of you niggas don't matter
They good with the lying, we label 'em cappers
DiCaprio tight, man, you niggas be actors
And we not the same, we on two different chapters
We in two different cities, you wanna commute
You thinking he hard, I prefer him on mute
Go ask about Edison, he is the truth
And niggas be lying 'bout what they gon' do