retry! lyrics

[Chorus]
Retry that sh*t
UV can't see what I bask in
Someone saw cleaning my casket
Ah sh*t, wait
I din't wanna retry that sh*t
UV can't see what I bask in
Someone saw cleaning my casket

[Verse 1]
I don't rap often enough, I should rap every day
I know I stumble creatively, thumping my brain and discovering something to say
[?]ltogether them letters, my sight on a keyboard putting my thumb to the page
Riddle the space in between all the noises then drums with the voice of a f*cking disgrace
Everything spinning, it feel like it's out of my grasp, I can't do nothing but laugh
I couldn't come to a king like I know who I am but if two b*tches claim mе then cut me in half
My homies foodiеs want smoke then we cooking but we ain't Linguine, don't work with no rats
Phonies and crooks with me, best get to booking this sh*t and our movie gets shot with a Mac
I come with a hammer home depot, I repeat over beats that I made with a reason and purpose, I'm tired of doing the race
b*tch, I be pulling their hand like I'm peach with the turnips, I'm leaving them stitched face
They want smoke then I'm Corvo I'm there in the blue with a switchblade, needing a p*ss change
One know rappers are lacking and I'm thinking they b*tch made way

[Chorus]
Retry that sh*t
UV can't see what I bask in
Someone saw clean in my casket, ah sh*t
Clanking them ratchets, you could get swiped, no matches
I cannot cope with that madness
With sadness look at my taxes
Retry that sh*t
UV can't see what I bask in
Someone saw clean in my casket, ah sh*t
Clanking them ratchets, you could get swiped, no matches
I cannot cope with that madness
With sadness look at my taxes
[Verse 2]
b*tch I came to set the tone
If you think this sh*t is funny, get the f*ck off of my post
I got people in my circle that'll turn you to a ghost
I know Twitter got you thinking that you gotta do the most
b*tch you post about how you posted that's how you get sent to your mama in the postage
What the f*ck you smoking?
Talking down on gang you a gram you get broken down
My homies ain't joking they don't feel no emotion
Pretty boy, I'm Flacko sh*t
Homie tried to call me fat when boy thats said cause I really gotta rock yo sh*t
Brodie acting cheesy, he get chipped like a nacho, b*tch
Boy you f*cking ugly, so I know that that is not your b*tch
And the rappin' boost the confidence
And this rappin' boost the confidence

[Intro]
Hardest part is realizing that you don't need a reason to rap
So your music means exactly the same as everybody else's