Sometimes Fresh, Always Clean

Seyno yeah, yeah
Hold on, Tae Retro

Up late night, I'm savin' the game
They thinkin' the Dark Knight returns
This prod' by Seyno, then this in inferno
I might let the studio burn (On God)
These niggas don't know who really got next
They prolly just waitin' they turn
If it ain't 'bout money or making a move
Then Edison will not concern
I'm locally known, so I play lowkey
I will not be known as a target
In the rap game, I chose to be Sora
I can not go out like the heartless (Okay)
I might paint a picture
With all these lyrics
So you can see I'm an artist
And even things may seem a lil' slow
I'm still gettin' money regardless
(Let's go)
Nah, for real, get money, it's obvious
I'm top ten, you can go ask the audience
I'm makin' plays like I ran with the mafia
She act good, but I know she the naughtiest
Run it back 'cause the flow is immaculate
She all clamps with my D and she trappin' it
He swear he nice
But you know I ain't havin' it
Michael Myers from the back, yeah
I'm stabbin' it (Huh? Alright, let's go)
And I be snappin' spontaneous
He swear he posted with all of the ho's
But there's never none in his radius
She asked my name, I told her it's Retro
I only go by the alias
He swear that he hard, I'm in disbelief
My mind said something of athiest

Ain't nobody dope as me, mm
Mm-mm, mm-mm-mm, haha
Ain't no Alright, hold on uh, uh, Tae Retro

I only drop dimes, a ten out of ten
Tae Retro move like a playmaker
Niggas ain't look when I was down, so no
I won't go for no favor
Flow surgical, cuttin' the beats
Kinda like Kyle with a lightsaber
Niggas gon' hate the process for now
But they'll be takin' the style later
(All facts) you go hit the store and
You don't really cop
You know that's a hall of fame wall browser
Grew up an outcast, now I'm a big boy
I should've done a song with 3000 (Okay)
Used to unlove my direction back then
But now phone my number, you speed dialin'?
Kavi' and I out with a cannon like Nick
I hope you don't up and it start wildin'
Ho's in the crib, we got mass capacity
Niggas hatin', how they have the audacity?
All gas, I don't see how you passin' me
Hit the stu', then I leave it in agony
Verse how I'm punchin' on beats
She lovin' me, I'm so fresh and so clean
I'm a beast, man, a titan since teen
Playshot, how I'm wantin' the green
(What? Hmm, Retro)
Let's get to the point, no conversate
Success is better for most of these niggas
I know they hatin' the aftertaste
If she wanna flirt, I might cut into her
It's like I came with a katana blade
Lot of these niggas ain't gettin' no money
Just pipe down until you paid
I'm in the ceiling like I bought me a Xan
Only brothers, I d'ont know what's a friend
It's game time like I'm featured with Quin
I'ont know you, why you callin' me twin?
Me and mice got a good understanding
How you ballin' when you
Not in the standings?
I'm a genius, just look how I planned it
You niggas squares like a two-way spammin'

Nah, for real, like, you know when
A two-way on you and then
Nigga keep tryna rip the ball
And he hit into yeah, you get it
Mm-mm, mm-mm, mm, ayy
Tae Retro, uh, Tae Retro, uh
Hold on, Tae Retro