Infomercials Aint Free

[Verse]
Ain't got time to waste, up on these niggas that won't get it
Still in the back counting numbers, I'm counting digits
Won't talk about no guns I ain't wit' it
Finesse a nigga then tell the cops to mind they business
In my glory Imma shine whenever cause I'm ready
Hoes mad, why they be dissing they acting petty
Still move sharp, like blades, keep a machete
White girl named Debbie giving me some Becky
Military way, my boys be moving deep
She a freak like TLC, she prolly creep
Neglect sleep, when I'm on beat, these niggas see
I'm ready for whatever like ballers and good knees
On my way to the top I inspire, so that's cool
Can't trust a hoe, my mama didn't raise a fool
Construction only time you really be touching tools
Dropped out of class, but tell you to stay in school
Like Tadoe nigga I kill people
Like TV news you be lying to the people
Like drug dealers my flow should be illegal
Niggas gon' tweak and start bringing them legals
Writer’s block is something else, I can't relate
Hoes hit my line everyday they wanna date
EA sports, 2K, don't wanna play
Bruce Wayne ballin' I got me a Batcave
I got me a Batcave
Nah for real, I got me a Batcave
Niggas get mad like why they be throwing shade
But I remain to chill, and yes I be getting paid
Back to the facts I rather not spit fiction
I be telling stories, sit down and really listen
Study martial bars, these lyrics what I'm kicking
You study martial law, no wonder why you be snitching
Can't expect to get respect we ain't met
Stop claiming all these sets, you don't be gripping TEC's
Snapping on the beat, nigga I ain't break a sweat
Molly out here tweaking prolly popped a Percocet
Oh no, oh no it's Tae Retro
The same young nigga with the same cold flow
Niggas throwing shots, that's a foul, free throw
Smashing on your hoe, keepin' on the d-low
Oh no, oh no it's Tae Retro
The same young nigga with the same cold flow
Niggas throwing shots, that's a foul, free throw
Smashing on your hoe, keepin' on the d-low

[Outro]
Retro, Retro
Retro, Retro