Retired Sports - RATKING

Every time I roll up everyones like look who had to show up

Wiki’s gonna throw up Wiki’s gotta grow up

Hold up you don’t even know what

Nah

I’ve been through all my my shit so I

Say (it for pun) get off my dick

I brought hype shit all type spit

Cat in the corner like Wik’s got alright spit

Alright kid chill you ain’t even on my tip

But you definitely on my dick

Bust

Continuously bringing it raw

Train keep me warm at the brink of a storm

Blink and its on

Baby what you think that I’m on

Some next shit Nah chill I’m just thinking New York

Point at the train like, yo what you think of the porsche

The iron horse ha, ha retired sports of all sorts

Graf niggas rap niggas

Master of ceremonies mic carrier

Jack terriers sip perrier area

(?) it ain’t very fair spit a scary flare

I’m fire like a dragon but I’m retired from fairy tales

Doing fairly well but I’m rarely held

Fucking hated suffocating until you’re very pale ah

Im home the cipher the rhyme zone

Beat comes from beat box and shattered screen iPhones

City back drop Wiki wack job nearly pack squad

Tryna' get my city back raw

Give me the odds you could spit it this odd

Im just tryna' get my city back y’all

Every time I roll up Wiki’s gonna throw up

Wiki’s gotta grow up

Hold up

You don’t know what

When I roll up Wiki’s gonna throw up

Wiki’s gotta grow up

Hold up

You don’t know what

Train racing pacing as a pass erasing the past

Erasing the wack faking raps ain’t making it past

Stuck in the tunnel stuck in the head ain’t facing the facts

I’m stuck in the huddle the cyph, shaking the pack

Facing a yay L, and I’m tasting the crack

Chasing the change chasing the cash

Changing in for quarters well at least I ain’t changing the facts

Smudging the truth fucking the youth

I’m an ugly ass swan would that make me a duck or a goose

Its tough in New York

Law got you stuck in a noose

I just wanna chill free getting ruckus and loose

Or on the contrary slumber on stoops puffing a loof

What you know about how I keep my hunger well cooped

Im inside (?) of my chicken coop I’m running right through

Number of food that chickens like 102

Make a soup out that shit

You stung by the stew

You think its about how I eat

Its about how I speak from

Courteous kids to rowdy police

Don’t doubt the elite

I’m outie with veesh

If only she’d be outie with me

Do not lean on door

My back is leaned against two doors

Smacked together

Ready to rip apart

Contemplating train racing

Car hater word racer world racer

Train travels

Step by step track by track

Lost in time lost in time

Locals

I think I can I think I can

Little engine that could

Express experience weary weekends

Contemplating train racing

Car hater world racer

Car destroyer world destroyer word destroyer

City moves

Stop by stop, day by day

Year by year, contemplating

Train racing, waiting

For those doors to rip apart

Disproving lie cus I’m a rebel without reason I’m leaving emcee’s

Deceiving emcee’s they so gullible I’m so lovable

They don’t believe it, Tried to explain still can’t see it

Just like how I can’t see Jesus, Seems so convenient

But ever since (?) people need it

My fifth sense is seeing got a sick sense for preaching

And I only need six more cents to be eating

I got $ 2.19 and the pattys just been heating

Ready to eat (?) exactly why I’m speaking now

Why you should be freaking out and be seeking out

Treatment how Mother fucker you can’t treat this mouth

I like to ramble

Like Patterson’s son likes to gamble

I’m like an anvil, float heavy

When you truly listen better be so ready

I make you want to hold your old teddy bear

Cus you scared and what you know is petty

And I make your jaws drop already

Walking down streets

Blabbing out most filthy

So sick stories issues

Loud as hell

Rolling with my friends roaming

Cracking with my friends laughing

Catch looks

Give them a look back that makes them want to wipe the dirt off their face

You should of seen my friends face