Underdog by Tae Retro Lyrics
[Intro]
Enrgy made this one
Huh, wait
Hold on, Tae Retro
[Verse]
Let me come and set the record straight
Niggas talkin' like they really got it, they ain't seen no pay
You ain't never gon' touch the bag, tryna play it safe
Heard bro was tryna get even, I'ma up the stakes
Niggas out here talkin' 'bout some money that they never seen
Treat the money like a chromosome, how it's in my genes
Got some ho's all in my crib, think I'm Charlie Sheen
High runnin', never playеd a sport, but she on my team
Make a song, thеn play the snippet on IG Live
It's a warzone outside, grab the MP5
Got this ho out my memory, need external drive
Only need her for the neck, I am not gon' lie
Girl steppin' all in the crib like I'm Marčiulionis
And I'm always posted with my bros, I'm the fourth Jonas
Niggas can't knock me off my pivot, I'm always focused
Treatin' beats like I'm Scorpion, where's my opponent?
Hmm, I came up off of spice talkin'
You ain't tryna save up for no car? He must like walkin'
I can write a book off these lyrics like Stephen Hawking
I'm a paint beast on the track, how I get to blockin'
They told me I was next, so I waited and stayed patient
All I need in life is some ho's and a PlayStation
Say you finna slide with that shotty, boy, you pump fakin'
Finna hit this ho out in Cali', get to earthquakin'
You proud off that little play? (Huh?) I got different glory
Claim your girl faithful while I'm all on her private story
You a rapper, I'm a spice talker, we in categories
Niggas tryna hop off the porch, they pushin' forty
Niggas said he better than Tae Retro, yeah, you snortin' 'caine
Yeah, you sold your soul for the bag, but was it worth the fame?
Finna lay the smackdown on beats, here comes the pain
Lashin' out in all studios, I'm barely sane
Bro, my asthma really actin' up, where's my red inhaler?
I said somethin' shockin' to your girl, but I didn't tase her
Shorty said I take her breath away, she need a respirator
Finna swoop her right off her feet, I'ma levitate her
Really out here gettin' to the dough like Homer Simpson
Enrgy made the beat, man, he got me drippin'
You ain't the man you 'posed to be 'cause we built different
Your bros don't respect you, you were caught simpin'
Hmm, and I really set the bar high
If a bag's up in the air, I'ma skydive
Scored like T-Mac, but I ain't never had no lazy eye
Throw me up in any situation, I'ma still thrive
You ain't even good in your own city, you an out-of-towner
Nigga sick he lost the bag, now he up-and-downers
Yeah, I'm finna dog this ho, but I won't hound her
Caught a opp at the corner store and almost jumped the counter
[Outro]
Ha, nah, I'm just playin' man
(*cough*) Anyway, I'm out
Alright
Enrgy made this one
Huh, wait
Hold on, Tae Retro
[Verse]
Let me come and set the record straight
Niggas talkin' like they really got it, they ain't seen no pay
You ain't never gon' touch the bag, tryna play it safe
Heard bro was tryna get even, I'ma up the stakes
Niggas out here talkin' 'bout some money that they never seen
Treat the money like a chromosome, how it's in my genes
Got some ho's all in my crib, think I'm Charlie Sheen
High runnin', never playеd a sport, but she on my team
Make a song, thеn play the snippet on IG Live
It's a warzone outside, grab the MP5
Got this ho out my memory, need external drive
Only need her for the neck, I am not gon' lie
Girl steppin' all in the crib like I'm Marčiulionis
And I'm always posted with my bros, I'm the fourth Jonas
Niggas can't knock me off my pivot, I'm always focused
Treatin' beats like I'm Scorpion, where's my opponent?
Hmm, I came up off of spice talkin'
You ain't tryna save up for no car? He must like walkin'
I can write a book off these lyrics like Stephen Hawking
I'm a paint beast on the track, how I get to blockin'
They told me I was next, so I waited and stayed patient
All I need in life is some ho's and a PlayStation
Say you finna slide with that shotty, boy, you pump fakin'
Finna hit this ho out in Cali', get to earthquakin'
You proud off that little play? (Huh?) I got different glory
Claim your girl faithful while I'm all on her private story
You a rapper, I'm a spice talker, we in categories
Niggas tryna hop off the porch, they pushin' forty
Niggas said he better than Tae Retro, yeah, you snortin' 'caine
Yeah, you sold your soul for the bag, but was it worth the fame?
Finna lay the smackdown on beats, here comes the pain
Lashin' out in all studios, I'm barely sane
Bro, my asthma really actin' up, where's my red inhaler?
I said somethin' shockin' to your girl, but I didn't tase her
Shorty said I take her breath away, she need a respirator
Finna swoop her right off her feet, I'ma levitate her
Really out here gettin' to the dough like Homer Simpson
Enrgy made the beat, man, he got me drippin'
You ain't the man you 'posed to be 'cause we built different
Your bros don't respect you, you were caught simpin'
Hmm, and I really set the bar high
If a bag's up in the air, I'ma skydive
Scored like T-Mac, but I ain't never had no lazy eye
Throw me up in any situation, I'ma still thrive
You ain't even good in your own city, you an out-of-towner
Nigga sick he lost the bag, now he up-and-downers
Yeah, I'm finna dog this ho, but I won't hound her
Caught a opp at the corner store and almost jumped the counter
[Outro]
Ha, nah, I'm just playin' man
(*cough*) Anyway, I'm out
Alright