All In RetroSpek (feat. Sham)
It's a blessing to be so present
I speak my past so you can feel my presence
Was born in Brooklyn, 95, adolescent
That's why my vibe so refreshing
Get everything that I was destined
They step out when I step in
We workin' and you slept in'
Millions on millions is my projection
When I make these records
They look at me like, God, you blessed it
Daily paper fetching
Mama tired of workin' correction
We strive for perfection but we strugglin'
Clouds is hoverin' over my head
Stomach empty, I ain't get fed
My uncle in the feds, tryin' to get bread
A Cadillac truck
My pops in a benz
On I-95, fly in the wind
I made Gotham but I ain't no joker
You roll up on me and I'm down to smoke ya
And it ain't strong cause I'm still sober
Go on and on till I feel closure
Know I'm a dog, only right I bone Her
Glorifying suckas, that ain't what we with
You say you miss the real niggas, we ain't never left
Shinin' in the flesh
Put my all into retrospect
They know we up next, I'm recordin' from my perspective
Play no games for the check
Pick her brain, get her wet
I'm all in her flesh, put my all in and get her best
She keep callin' back
Talk money, we can invest
I decline on anything callin' except success
I be schoolin' niggas
Up front, pay your tuition
Cops be foolin' niggas
Undercover, take you to prison
Judge be slayin' us
Bang the gavel, give you a sentence
Bitches layin' up, know I'm goin' rags to the riches
Stress is weighing up
Nine to five, ain't payin' enough and all my payments stuck
The government takin' a cut
I never praise a slut
I'd rather much lay up and fuck
I never fall in love, but baby, we can fall in lust
My homie on the drug
He roll so much they called him dutch
You thought you had the plug
Until the feds came in and rushed
My niggas had enough
We get that money avoid the cuffs
I keep a bad jawn
She hold me down, you hold a grudge
Get it out the mud, I never really gave a fuck
Sucka acting tough
I beat him crip, till he leak blood
Niggas call your bluff
If you out here puttin' on the front
This for Heaven's Club
Tell Tupac this is for the thugs
Gloryfing suckas, that ain't what we with
You say you miss the real niggas
We ain't never left
Shinin' in the flesh
Put my all into retrospect
They know we up next
I'm recordin' from my perspect
Play no games, with a check
Pick her brain, get her wet
I'm all in her flesh
Put my all in and get her best
She keep callin' back
Talk money, we can invest
I decline on anything callin' except success
Started off loco, added a lil' promo
Then Las Vegas, hit slots and went loco
Went to L.A., white bitches like Coco
Went to Mexico and put my wall in they throat though
I'm a mutt, Jamaican, Panamanian invasion
When I smoke, I'm Asian, in Miami, I'm Haitian
I'm Cuban in New Orleans
Baby, what is you doin'
Shotgun on me, hit him, he still movin
South Streets, homie, Sinatra, my son Groovin
Me and Casso, it's retro, you still losin
Every time I lose em, I'm wrong, it's how I prove em
Take your girl, process the pussy like I'm juicin
When I start shootin', it's hard for me to let go
You hear the echo, get low, like you hear techno
Jersey Club, Deco, you swagless you shop at Aero
Body bag, M.O., listen to my demo
Gloryfing suckas, that ain't what we with
You say you miss the real niggas, we ain't never left
Shinin' in the flesh, put my all into retrospect
They know we up next
I'm recordin' from my perspective
Play no games with a check
Pick her brain, get her wet
I'm all in her flesh, put my all in and get her wet
She keep callin' back
Talk money, we can invest
I decline on anything callin' except success
I decline on anything callin' except success