Retro Jersey

Lyrics: #retrojerseykodex Keep the glock tucked tight like a stylist on a runway, Dissing on the net till you’re missing by a Sunday. You biting like a parasite, a wannabe Mac DeMarco, Try to play the mob boss, you ending up like a mark, oh Look, you softer than a pillowcase at Epstein's island, While I'm moving heavy metal like the banks are silent. Pacing through the palladium, trading out your status, Got you folding like origami under heavy apparatus. You’re a Diddy party extra, smiling for the flashes, Till the fed raid hit and turn your legacy to ashes. Every bar a double, man, I'm dealing out the double cross, You a rented lamborghini driver playing with the boss' loss. Keep the drama cinematic, Tarantino with the splatter, You a blip upon the radar, nothing in the grander matter. Step into the booth, I let the venom start to coagulate, Try to copy my aesthetic, but you heavy intermediate. You a paper trail casualty, a headline on a blog page, While I'm burning down the industry and rewriting the whole stage. You’re a passenger of punchlines, riding in the back seat, Acting like James Corden, forcing laughs upon a dead beat. Mamba mentality, I'm aiming for the 24, Chopper leave a legacy etched right into the hardwood floor. You a rookie in a retro jersey trying out a fadeaway, Leaving every critic paralyzed and praying on a holiday. Swish through the net, I don't miss when I'm executing, Got you dodging hollow tips while you in the court, disputing. Now watch the vehicle swerve, heavy foot on the gas lane, Hit a stationary truck, left you trapped in a fast lane. Like an AJ ride in Lagos, slamming into the payload, You couldn't dodge the static when it stalled on the highway road. Totalled out the whip, left you dazed in the wreckage, Trying to steer a career that was wrecked from the second.