[Lyric] Cortex Freestyle (Tae Retro)

[Intro]
Ahem, alright
Alright, you know what, niggas ain't expect this
Yeah, yeah (And this beat from Cash, not from YouTube)
Hold on, Tae Retro

[Verse 1]
These niggas, 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 G.O.A.T., 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
Nigga, 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 niggas 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 objective, I keep dropping records until I actually blow
Niggas 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 is 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 strength 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
23s 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
Nigga, 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 the bag up, but I'm still needing plenty
I silenced the Glock, now it's muffled 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 MyTEAM, 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