SWEATSHIRT

[Intro]
Hold on, Tae Retro
Alright

[Verse]
Grabbing the fastest blade, attacking and slashing rappers that imitate
While niggas hate, I'm rolling in hoes, watch how I penetrate
You instigate, I'm speaking tall levels, high as the Heaven gates
We not the same, you perpetrate lies, I hope you feel the hate
The awkward-acting rapper that slap tracks on SoundCloud
Is grimier than niggas get paid, I'm seeing signs now
If others rap about traps and gots it so flagrant, my hair-relaxing flows is known to crack the pavement
Retro is a blessing, I'm preaching more than the reverend
She stuck up in the essence of niggas, resemble peasants
You want a verse from me? Just hit my DM for reference
You wanna battle me? I'm known for giving lessons
I'm packing in with flows that hit like jabs to the abdomen
When niggas diss, it gives me a reason to grab the pen again
When I drop, you gasping for breath while losing oxygen
You live in sin while possibly facing a higher consequence
You pocketing your change, you acting rather strange
We ain't raised the same, we in a different lane
I'm moving with the knowledge, I could've been a scholar
You niggas talking dollars, I'm always known to slaughter
I'm a lone soldier, just name a rapper colder
A known stop holder, your local landholder
I'm really flow stacking, you niggas still packing
I rather cop fashion than rap to the masses
Off top, dropping verses that's sickening, make your mind twist
Drop clips, I'm tweaking so heavy, just like a bad trip
Dismissed for thinking I'm trash, the flow is massive
The past tense of me being broke is rather tragic
My motive is not so simple as rapper's gold teeth
You hold heat while claiming you hard, this nigga slow leak
Far reach from beating me, simple, you smoking raw leaf
I pause preach to snap on tracks, collect the proceed

[Outro]
Yeah
Retro, Retro
I don't know, I just had to switch it up a little bit, man
Alright