Paid Programming by Tae Retro Lyrics
[Intro]
Tae, Retro, Retro
Yeah, yeah
[Verse]
One nation, under God
Niggas acting like some frauds
Tae Retro, I'm really far
I be living like a star (Okay)
Dipping cops, copping Jag's, I be living fast
Niggas out here sending shots, they need extra mags
We don't equal, don't believe me? You can check the math (Numbers)
Nintendo 64, only time he did the dash
Niggas always wanna fight, I don't wanna clash
I don't wanna save hoes, I am not The Flash
You flexing with rent money, we do not respect (Who are you?)
He lying all in his songs, that ain't what he rep (Nah)
The other day, I was posted, tryna make a play
Tae Retro is the new age Marvin Gaye (Hold on, Tae Retro)
A smooth nigga, dress fresh like a new student
A smooth nigga, Tae Retro, how you do it?
The way I do it, got like half these niggas acting clueless (They do)
You acting hard on the internet, boy, you foolish
Hoes thinking that they popping, they irrelevant
I used to hop the fence, now my lyrics heaven-sent (Retro)
I was balling, making pennies the harder way
Now I recline in the shade, I am not a slave
I work hard for what I got, nigga, do the same
Nigga sad, they'll do anything for some fame
He barking all on the 'Gram, but he really tame
He taking shots, but I really think he's out of range
Tae, Retro, Retro
Yeah, yeah
[Verse]
One nation, under God
Niggas acting like some frauds
Tae Retro, I'm really far
I be living like a star (Okay)
Dipping cops, copping Jag's, I be living fast
Niggas out here sending shots, they need extra mags
We don't equal, don't believe me? You can check the math (Numbers)
Nintendo 64, only time he did the dash
Niggas always wanna fight, I don't wanna clash
I don't wanna save hoes, I am not The Flash
You flexing with rent money, we do not respect (Who are you?)
He lying all in his songs, that ain't what he rep (Nah)
The other day, I was posted, tryna make a play
Tae Retro is the new age Marvin Gaye (Hold on, Tae Retro)
A smooth nigga, dress fresh like a new student
A smooth nigga, Tae Retro, how you do it?
The way I do it, got like half these niggas acting clueless (They do)
You acting hard on the internet, boy, you foolish
Hoes thinking that they popping, they irrelevant
I used to hop the fence, now my lyrics heaven-sent (Retro)
I was balling, making pennies the harder way
Now I recline in the shade, I am not a slave
I work hard for what I got, nigga, do the same
Nigga sad, they'll do anything for some fame
He barking all on the 'Gram, but he really tame
He taking shots, but I really think he's out of range