Tae Retro - Cortex Freestyle lyrics

{intro} Ahem, alright Alright, you know what, ni**as ain't expect this Yeah, yeah Hold on, tae retro {verse 1} These ni**as, they not really tough, they hop on the 'gram and switch up the narrative Yeah, i can score, but i rather assist, i'm something like "pistol pete" maravich On the topic of death, i'm not really for it, but don't ever think that i'm scared of it I know this one muslim, he move like a boss, he only know how to speak arabic (tae retro) If i retire, i'm known as the goat, i'm something like '93 jordan It's kinda ironic that i stopped hooping, but in real life, i'm scoring You swear that you lit by your image, reality speaking, we know that you boring This lil' ho is chasing, i call her a sprinter, but i'm not the one that's touring (haha) {chorus} They ain't the ones that's winning, huh ni**a, this just the beginning I'm finna slide in a minute, huh He swear he a shooter, he kidding, huh And i need a brief intermission, huh Tae retro, i'm on a mission {verse 2} I just had me an epiphany, i don't understand why these ni**as be sick of me Used to be mad, that's the bitter me No, i'm not famous, you still can't belittle me I got the power, i keep it a mystery, me and the beat got history My head is level, so you cannot trigger me, i am not here for the trickery She wanna be saved, i'm not with the chivalry, now she see me as her enemy Can someone define success? yeah, i think i got it, but i don't really know I think it's object if i keep dropping records until i actually blow ni**as don't hear me complain, i'm always thankful, bro, you already know And she wanna leave, then be my guest, tae never trip over hoes You would think she a waitress how she on my tip, she keep tryna eat tae like he edible Might call her over to see if she flexible, known off the strip like i'm mr. incredible She used to ho me way back at the school, but it's kinda ironic how she be on testicles "retro, i heard that you broke," man, who told you that lie? because whoever your source is not credible And wait, i got the stu' lit like a festival Beat the beat up, now it's needing some medical You only be shooting on cod, what's your reticle? The way that i'm snapping, it shouldn't be ethical They wanna be better, there is no comparison I barely respond, they say edison arrogant Two-three's on my feet like i'm benjamin harrison She want all my help, but i'm not a samaritan {chorus} They ain't the ones that's winning, huh ni**a, this just the beginning I'm finna slide in a minute, huh He swear he a shooter, he kidding, huh And i need a brief intermission, huh Tae retro, i'm on a mission {verse 3} I ran it back up, but i'm still needing plenty I silenced the glock, now his mouth full like kenny I ran up the check, now she wanting some fendi She want some balenci', balenci', balenci' And no, i'm not uzi, no uzi, no uzi If i parried the beat, then the flow have you woozy This ain't my team, she want sapphire and ruby The stock kinda bad, retro never been bougie And yes, my field goal percentage one hunnid And yes, i know that y'all see how i'm coming {outro} Uh, what, tae retro, uh Tae retro, uh Haha, alright man, i'm outta here Yeah, yeah