retry! lyrics

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

[Verse 1]
I don't rap often enough, I should rap every day
I know I stumble creatively, thumpin' my brain and discoverin' somethin' to say
Stitch together them letters, my sight on the keyboard puttin' my thumb to the page
Riddle the space inbetween all the noises and drums with the voice of a f*ckin' disgrace
Everything spinnin', it feel like it's out of my grasp, I can't do nothin' 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 doin' the race
b*tch, I be pulling ahead like I'm Peach with the turnips, I'm leavin' 'em stitched face
They want smoke then I'm Corvo I'm there in the blue with a switchblade, needin' a p*ss change
One know rappers are lackin', I'm thinkin' 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
Clankin' 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
Clankin' 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 thinkin' 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 smokin'?
Talkin' down on gang you a gram you get broken down
My homies ain't jokin' they don't feel no emotion, b*tch
Pretty boy, I'm Flacko sh*t
Homie tried to call me [?], man, thats sad cause I really gotta rock yo sh*t
Brodie actin' cheesy, he get chipped like a nacho, b*tch
Boy you f*ckin' 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