Retro

I know about it, I stay about it, I'm so about it, you ain't about it I think about it, I thought about it, you ain't about it, I'm all about it I like it when it's retro Keep a brick phone that could be ya headstone Stay fresh never worry bout a dress code Big dreams I don't mind getting' slept on They like me cuz I'm retro Makin moonshine sippin' on the petrol Got a fever getting' deeper wit the chest tones Don't believe it gon' an read the manifesto (Talkin' bout) Got an old soul wit the new kicks yea Plot my old home in the new digs yea Readin' old news on a new page yea Keep it old school makin' new waves yea I like it retro Fuck a plane or a car I'll take the metro Imma wipe the floor wit niggas till the mess gone You don't wanna have me comin' for ya head Run the game like the brain stem connected to the leg bone Don't nobody want the beef eatin' neck bones Couple thick women wit me they some redbones I be getting' real deep up in the breastbone Add one to the death toll, where the pimps at Ain't no murrays in my hair but they wanna call me slickback Keep it truckin' wit the mismatch I ain't wit that Kicked back at the kickback till its whiplash In my one pair of j's they the unos Them Jempses cold as Pluto, aint lyin thats for true tho Shit I'm driving hit the line when gas was high at 2 bones Paint be chippin' off the whip I call that bitch a two tone Fleet foot niggas wit the wet socks You better push it ain't no time to hit a rest stop Think you slick I see you sneakin' in the bread box Finna dial-up the homies no desktop I like it when it's retro Keep a brick phone that could be ya headstone Stay fresh never worry bout a dress code Big dreams I don't mind getting' slept on They like me cuz I'm retro Makin moonshine sippin' on the petrol Got a fever gettin' deeper wit the chest tones Don't belive it gon' an read the manifesto (talkin' bout) Got an old soul wit the new kicks yea Plot my old home in the new digs yea Readin' old news on a new page yea Keep it old school makin' new waves yea Just doin' my thing I got nothin' to prove They clockin' in to gossip no one bustin' a move Like they done wit the groove, or just stunned and confused Had to pause.. Deferred it on em, word to mama, heard that Imma Smooove operator.. On the mobile phone Nobody goin' home My bed be haunted cuz they always catch the holy ghost And I make sure when they around to keep the Motorolla comatose I'm coast to coast and won't be slowin' up Blowin' by these woes that got the flows like chacarron See that she a leanaway been out here slopin' cups Asking all them questions I'm like shit you know enough Its seemin like somehow somewhere someway she let the word out Accidental dial caught her nigga wit his shirt out Shuck n jivin y'all some off the cob ass niggas Bout to set it off we got them molotovs packed wit us Keep my claws sharp when its bout my city Next in line to blow got a keg of powder wit me Rollin' up that primo cost yo ass a pretty penny Wanna know the deal well my nigga here's the skinny I like it when it's retro Keep a brick phone that could be ya headstone Stay fresh never worry bout a dress code Big dreams I don't mind getting' slept on They like me cuz I'm retro Makin moonshine sippin' on the petrol Got a fever getting' deeper wit the chest tones Don't belive it gon' an read the manifesto