Cover Athlete by Tae Retro Lyrics
[Intro]
Hold on, Tae Retro
[Verse]
Stop claiming that you scam, you don’t swipe Visa’s
Niggas really at their job, straight slicing pizza
Oldhead tapped in off his new beeper
Niggas tryna steal my image like Jeepers Creeper
Shorty tryna get a ring, no championship
In the gym, still balling, no membership
Niggas wanna ride the boat ‘til it sunk its ship
Thought shorty played for the Celtics, how I blowed her hip
On your own street, heard you need a hood pass
Tae Retro, big dripping, check the forecast
Senior year, head down, straight snack in class
Shorty wanna keep up, but I’m moving fast
In the whip, cutting up, no self-inflicted
On the beat, straight snapping, yeah, I go balistic
Heard you wanna be a trapper, that ain’t realistic
Tried to tell niggas I was up, they ain’t never listened
Off-season, making moves like Jerry West
I ain’t verified yet, still making checks
Treat the money like secrets, how it’s always kept
I’m in the crib with your girl, ‘bout bored to death
Balling hard all year, should’ve made the cover
Shorty ain’t ‘bout her bag, so I had to dump her
Tae Retro, I ain’t cuffing, don’t need a lover
Heard you in the house, telling stories, *How I Met Your Mother*
Stats maxed, what I like, tryna buy a boost
In the room, got her screaming like Majin Buu
Niggas way too hype, who they talking to?
Retro pedal straight to the bag like a mongoose
Lobbing hoes left and right, kinda like the NBA
All up in your school, no meeting, what’s a PTA?
Tae Retro, I got the cheat codes, no GTA
Been balling since birth, yeah, it’s in my DNA
Niggas know I ran for MVP, yeah, I lead the race
Smiling at my enemies, ask me how success taste
Hoes on the run where I go like a foot race
Got good stamina, I hope she keep the same pace
In my opinion, half these niggas need to go retire
Imagine me taking truth from a bunch of liars
Out of date ass nigga finna go expire
Every time I grab the pen, niggas know I inspire
Thought I worked on cars, how I’m rotating
Niggas know I’m finna blow, I’m tired of being patient
Retro finna blast off, no space station
Why these hoes all in my face? Yeah, they been hating
Tae Retro make eighty on a good night
Need a verse? I’ll do it for the right price
Niggas wanna try they luck, don’t roll the dice
Know a few niggas, down bad, not living right
Yeah, I love to eat beats, I got a weird pallet
How you think you gon’ blow without any talent?
Royalty flow, should’ve copped a king’s palace
Niggas be salty ‘cause their bank account low balance
In the city, I don’t dance, but I catch the groove
I’ma hit her down right like a special move
All these cards in my wallet, I ain’t tryna dual
How ironic that you gas niggas, but they low on fuel
I’m tryna turn hoes around like a crossover
I’ma grind for the mill’ ‘til my days over
Shorty tryna cuff, give that ho a cold shoulder
How you gon’ play dumb like I ain’t never told you?
I been scoped niggas out, no boat action
Told shorty, “Let’s link,” gave her satisfaction
You ain’t getting no verse without a transaction
Talent and money, just something that you been lacking
[Outro]
Uh, yeah, what?
Tae Retro, uh, Tae Retro, uh
Bruh, I'm done, bruh
Hold on, Tae Retro
[Verse]
Stop claiming that you scam, you don’t swipe Visa’s
Niggas really at their job, straight slicing pizza
Oldhead tapped in off his new beeper
Niggas tryna steal my image like Jeepers Creeper
Shorty tryna get a ring, no championship
In the gym, still balling, no membership
Niggas wanna ride the boat ‘til it sunk its ship
Thought shorty played for the Celtics, how I blowed her hip
On your own street, heard you need a hood pass
Tae Retro, big dripping, check the forecast
Senior year, head down, straight snack in class
Shorty wanna keep up, but I’m moving fast
In the whip, cutting up, no self-inflicted
On the beat, straight snapping, yeah, I go balistic
Heard you wanna be a trapper, that ain’t realistic
Tried to tell niggas I was up, they ain’t never listened
Off-season, making moves like Jerry West
I ain’t verified yet, still making checks
Treat the money like secrets, how it’s always kept
I’m in the crib with your girl, ‘bout bored to death
Balling hard all year, should’ve made the cover
Shorty ain’t ‘bout her bag, so I had to dump her
Tae Retro, I ain’t cuffing, don’t need a lover
Heard you in the house, telling stories, *How I Met Your Mother*
Stats maxed, what I like, tryna buy a boost
In the room, got her screaming like Majin Buu
Niggas way too hype, who they talking to?
Retro pedal straight to the bag like a mongoose
Lobbing hoes left and right, kinda like the NBA
All up in your school, no meeting, what’s a PTA?
Tae Retro, I got the cheat codes, no GTA
Been balling since birth, yeah, it’s in my DNA
Niggas know I ran for MVP, yeah, I lead the race
Smiling at my enemies, ask me how success taste
Hoes on the run where I go like a foot race
Got good stamina, I hope she keep the same pace
In my opinion, half these niggas need to go retire
Imagine me taking truth from a bunch of liars
Out of date ass nigga finna go expire
Every time I grab the pen, niggas know I inspire
Thought I worked on cars, how I’m rotating
Niggas know I’m finna blow, I’m tired of being patient
Retro finna blast off, no space station
Why these hoes all in my face? Yeah, they been hating
Tae Retro make eighty on a good night
Need a verse? I’ll do it for the right price
Niggas wanna try they luck, don’t roll the dice
Know a few niggas, down bad, not living right
Yeah, I love to eat beats, I got a weird pallet
How you think you gon’ blow without any talent?
Royalty flow, should’ve copped a king’s palace
Niggas be salty ‘cause their bank account low balance
In the city, I don’t dance, but I catch the groove
I’ma hit her down right like a special move
All these cards in my wallet, I ain’t tryna dual
How ironic that you gas niggas, but they low on fuel
I’m tryna turn hoes around like a crossover
I’ma grind for the mill’ ‘til my days over
Shorty tryna cuff, give that ho a cold shoulder
How you gon’ play dumb like I ain’t never told you?
I been scoped niggas out, no boat action
Told shorty, “Let’s link,” gave her satisfaction
You ain’t getting no verse without a transaction
Talent and money, just something that you been lacking
[Outro]
Uh, yeah, what?
Tae Retro, uh, Tae Retro, uh
Bruh, I'm done, bruh