Retired Sports

I did not then and don't now have much respect for what goes on
It's been on my mind and it's been bugging at me
Yeah, I've done a lot of things wrong
I'm not gonna say I've never done nothing wrong

Nobody here can say they've done nothing wrong

Probably y'all can even say you've done nothing wrong

Every time I roll up, everyone say, "Look who had to show up"
Wiki's gonna throw up, Wiki's gotta grow up
Hold up, you don't even know what
Nah, I've been through all my shit
So I say it for pong and all my dick
I brought height shit, all types spit
Cat in the corner like Wiggs got all rights spit
Alright kid, so you ain't even on my tip
But you definitely on my dick

Plus, continuously bringing it raw
Train keep me warm at the brink of a storm
Blinking and saw 'em
They be what you think that I'm on
Some next shit, nah, chill
I'm just dank in New York
Point at the train like, "Yo, what you think of the Porsche?"
The iron horse, ha, ha
For tired whores of all sorts

Rap niggas, rap niggas
Master of ceremonies, mic carrier
Jack carrier, zip carrier-ier-ier
Every year it ain't very fair, spread a scary flare
I'll fight like a dragon when I retire from fairy tales
Doing fairly well when I'm rarely held
Fucking hated, suffocated 'til you very pale

I'm home, the cypher, the rhyme zone
Beatboxer, beatboxer, shout out to me, iPhone
City backdrop, Wiki whack job
Lilly pack squad tryna get my city back, raw
Give me the odds, you can spit at this art
I'm just tryna get my city back, y'all

Every time I roll up, Wiki's gonna throw up
Wiki's gotta grow up

Hold up, you don't know what

When I roll up, Wiki's gonna throw up
Wiki's gotta grow up
Hold up, you don't know what
Train racing, patient as a pastor
Racing the pastor, racing the wack
Faking raps ain't making it past
Stuck in the tunnel, stuck in the hedge
Ain't facing the facts, I'm stuck in the huddle
The cyph, shaking the pack
Facing a gay L and I'm tasting the crack

Chasing the change, chasing the cash

Changing it for quarters
Well, at least I ain't changing the facts
Smudging the truth, fucking the youth
I'm an ugly ass swan
Would that make me a duck or a goose?
It's tough in New York
Lord got you stuck in the noose
I just wanna chill free, get it buckets and loose
Or on the contrary, slumber on stews, puffing the loot
What you know about how I keep my hunger on cruise?

I'm inside, come out chicken coop, I'm running right through
Number of fools, dead chickens like a hundred and two
Make a soup out that shit and stomp out a stew
You think that's about how I eat?
It's about how I speak
From courteous kids to rowdy police

Don't doubt the elite
I'm outtie with Veek
If only she'd be outtie with me

Every time I roll up, Wiki's gonna throw up
Wiki's gotta grow up

Hold up, you don't know what
When I roll up, Wiki's gonna throw up
Wiki's gotta grow up
Hold up, you don't know what

Every time I roll up, Wiki's gonna throw up
Wiki's gotta grow up
Hold up, you don't know what
When I roll up, Wiki's gonna throw up
Wiki's gotta grow up
Hold up, you don't know what

Do not lean on doors
My back is leaned against two doors
Smacked together, ready to rip apart

Contemplating, train racing
Car hater, word racer, world racer
Train travels
Step by step, track by track
Lost in time, lost in time
Locals, 160
I think I can, I think I can
Little engine that could

Express experience, weary weekends
Contemplating, train racing

Car hater, world racer
Car destroyer, world destroyer, word destroyer
City moves, stop by stop
Day by day, year by year
Contemplating, train racing

Waiting for those doors to rip apart
Every time I roll up, Wiki's gonna throw up
Wiki's gotta grow up
Hold up, you don't know what
When I roll up, Wiki's gonna throw up
Wiki's gotta grow up
Hold up, you don't know what

Disproving lies 'cause I'm a rebel with a reason
I'm leaving MCs deceiving
MCs say so gullible, I'm so lovable
They don't believe it
Tried to explain, still can't see it

Just like how I can't see Jesus
Just seems so convenient
But ever since censorship, people need it
My fifth sense is seeing
Got a sixth sense of preaching
And I only need six more cents to be it
I got two nineteen in the patty, just for cheating

Ready to eat the pastor, that's exactly why I'm speaking
And now I used to be freaking out
Every seeking out
Treatment how, motherfucker, you can't train this mouth
I like to ramble like Patterson son likes to gamble
I'm like an anvil, float heaven
When you truly listen, better be so ready

I make you wanna hold your old teddy bear
'Cause you scared of what you know is petty
And I make old jaws smile all weather

Walking down streets

Blabbing out most filthy, so sick stories, issues

Loud as hell

Rolling with my friends, roaming
Cracking with my friends, laughing
Catch looks
Give 'em a look back that makes 'em wanna wipe the dirt off their face
You should've seen my friend's face