Retro Video (MV)

I know about it, I stay about it, I'm so about it, you ain't about it
I think about it, I thought about it, you ain't about it, I'm all about it

I like it when it's retro
Keep a brick phone that could be ya headstone
Stay fresh never worry bout a dress code
Big dreams I don't mind getting' slept on
They like me cuz I'm retro
Makin moonshine sippin' on the petrol
Got a fever getting' deeper wit the chest tones
Don't believe it gon' an read the manifesto
(Talkin' bout)
Got an old soul wit the new kicks yea
Plot my old home in the new digs yea
Readin' old news on a new page yea
Keep it old school makin' new waves yea

I like it retro
F*ck a plane or a car I'll take the metro
Imma wipe the floor wit niggas till the mess gone
You don't wanna have me comin' for ya head
Run the game like the brain stem connected to the leg bone
Don't nobody want the beef eatin' neck bones
Couple thick women wit me they some redbones
I be getting' real deep up in the breastbone

Add one to the death toll, where the pimps at
Ain't no murrays in my hair but they wanna call me slickback
Keep it truckin' wit the mismatch I ain't wit that
Kicked back at the kickback till its whiplash

In my one pair of j's they the unos
Them Jempses cold as Pluto, aint lyin thats for true tho
Shit I'm driving hit the line when gas was high at 2 bones
Paint be chippin' off the whip I call that bitch a two tone

Fleet foot niggas wit the wet socks
You better push it ain't no time to hit a rest stop
Think you slick I see you sneakin' in the bread box
Finna dial-up the homies no desktop

I like it when it's retro
Keep a brick phone that could be ya headstone
Stay fresh never worry bout a dress code
Big dreams I don't mind getting' slept on
They like me cuz I'm retro
Makin moonshine sippin' on the petrol
Got a fever gettin' deeper wit the chest tones
Don't belive it gon' an read the manifesto
(talkin' bout)
Got an old soul wit the new kicks yea
Plot my old home in the new digs yea
Readin' old news on a new page yea
Keep it old school makin' new waves yea

Just doin' my thing I got nothin' to prove
They clockin' in to gossip no one bustin' a move
Like they done wit the groove, or just stunned and confused
Had to pause.. Deferred it on em, word to mama, heard that Imma

Smooove operator..
On the mobile phone
Nobody goin' home
My bed be haunted cuz they always catch the holy ghost
And I make sure when they around to keep the Motorolla comatose
I'm coast to coast and won't be slowin' up
Blowin' by these woes that got the flows like chacarron
See that she a leanaway been out here slopin' cups
Asking all them questions I'm like shit you know enough

Its seemin like somehow somewhere someway she let the word out
Accidental dial caught her nigga wit his shirt out
Shuck n jivin y'all some off the cob ass niggas
Bout to set it off we got them molotovs packed wit us

Keep my claws sharp when its bout my city
Next in line to blow got a keg of powder wit me
Rollin' up that primo cost yo ass a pretty penny
Wanna know the deal well my nigga here's the skinny

I like it when it's retro
Keep a brick phone that could be ya headstone
Stay fresh never worry bout a dress code
Big dreams I don't mind getting' slept on
They like me cuz I'm retro
Makin moonshine sippin' on the petrol
Got a fever getting' deeper wit the chest tones
Don't belive it gon' an read the manifesto