Lyrics: Retro Green
Music: Retro Green
Speed camera ain’t clockin me,
Sun blocker down, I’m in the passenger wit weed & sweets,
Youngboy bout to grab re & step the way of retro green,
Told him how to back it out your jacket, still lookin clean,
Watch the corners where you hit em on, they hop out armed police,
Drug squad, helicopters, drones & XC90,
Skoda spin it, while we spinnin lots for spots & fiends,
I hit 100k before I ever pressed release,
10 year sentence every time i put my feet on streets,
Drug marker car,
I’m a walking charge so I hop out & run into the stars,
I been through a lot, you know so I need you to play your part,
Tarzan ain’t been home for weeks, he in the T, he smell like dark
He got bit by a cobra, it venomous but lacking heart,
If you knew you ain’t wit it, why you ain’t say it from the start,
Now you gave me the shovel to dig ur grave a little far,
Fascinated by the romans tryna burn dis bitch in tar
I ain’t wear a suit, I want me one, but I’m too used to burning these clothes,
Gamble, money drug sex & death in dark casino,
Feel a lil sensation in ur head, Before your knees go,
You ever pray a nigga die, and when they die you feel responsible,
This officer pretty, tryna trick me **** the constable,
Why I pop these pills knowing they kill me feels impossible ,
Maybe cause you pretty and you real,
but when I’m countryside or cells, there’s too many things to lie bout dat I’ll never know,
Hold on I swear dat nigga said my name, I turnt around and gripped my waist,
I wasn’t sure my mental strain,
I put my body through the war, I’m just awake off drugs again, ,
Without smoke jus my blade on me,
I done him in his back I left his ice, help with the pain relief,
I cut my nigga off cause ain’t nobody make a name but me,
Nobody make a play for me,
I done a couple years inside a cage there weren’t no change for me,
What goes around come around, I came around, changed his spleen,
Lip stutter lose your speech you a bitch ain’t no real jugga,
I put half my age inside a pot and let it slow cooker,
I was in the 5th, my fifteenth year, chasing down some pro runner,
I ain’t even speak he half way down the street, think I scored a home runner,
I keep falling off the beat, then landing in a dirty house, with a dirty couch and the owner is a snow bunner,
Crossin off my list, I spent 3 years in a freezer bitch I’m ready for a cold summer,
I ain’t wear a suit, I want me one, but I’m used to burning these clothes,
Gamble money drug sex & breath in dark casino,
Feel a lil sensation in ur head, Before your knees go,
You ever pray a nigga die, and when they die you feel responsible,
This officer pretty, tryna trick me **** the constable,
Why I pop these pills knowing they kill me feels impossible ,
Maybe cause you pretty and you real, but when I’m countryside or cells, there’s too many things to lie bout dat I’ll never know,