Retrospect (feat. Bub Rock & Aaron Taylor)

Yo Every time I kick bars and put my pen to the pad My mind drift off to my sins of the past But still my response just a grin and a laugh I'm alone with my thoughts drinking gin in the lab Still picking at the scabs, got a wicked gift of gab Love money, but never liked arithmetic or math I'm like a little kid how I be skippin' in the grass No warranties needed, I'mma build this shit to last, look I got a team of dogs like Mark Richt Don't start shit, I'll put your body parts on the black market These half hearted rap artists really make for bad targets Go get a job at the tax office Rap for profit now, eating good, crocodile Show up and rock the crowd, you dudes sound like Gangnam Style Probably need a tranquilizer just to calm him down Me and Bub will break ya off with the rawest sounds My mama told me Told me long ago Boy don't let nobody tell you nothin Go for what you know Used to run home for Rap City, watch Cam, Juelz, and Jim Now I rap silly on cam, drop jewels and gems Ignore the school bell, Finesse University mastered through sales Residue on the scale, he called me Neff, he ain't my uncle though Pump in the snow, we chill in the basement Fuck her and tell her go, couldn't even like her more than I love the dough What ya life like? Rock Season, I'm nice like Low top white Nikes, white tee, Nauti sweats Mix and match that vintage shit, you could call it Retrospect But the breath is fresh, never did I lose a step Who a threat? Hard to lap me cause I rap reality And you ain't really a match for me cause you ain't been through it yet Kick niggas mic around, you don't know what to do with that Turn ya life around, this could get you a fluent check Been tellin' niggas from a long time ago Call me King Bub Rock, got an almighty flow, Rock My mama told me Told me long ago Boy don't let nobody tell you nothin Go for what you know