Retrospect

Yo
 Every time I kick bars and put my pen to the pad
 My mind drift off to my sins of the past
 But still my response just a grin and a laugh
 I'm alone with my thoughts drinking gin in the lab
 Still picking at the scabs, got a wicked gift of gab
 Love money, but never liked arithmetic or math
 I'm like a little kid how I be skippin' in the grass
 No warranties needed, I'mma build this shit to last, look
 I got a team of dogs like Mark Richt
 Don't start shit, I'll put your body parts on the black market
 These half hearted rap artists really make for bad targets
 Go get a job at the tax office
 Rap for profit now, eating good, crocodile
 Show up and rock the crowd, you dudes sound like Gangnam Style
 Probably need a tranquilizer just to calm him down
 Me and Bub will break ya off with the rawest sounds
 My mama told me
 Told me long ago
 Boy don't let nobody tell you nothin
 Go for what you know
 Used to run home for Rap City, watch Cam, Juelz, and Jim
 Now I rap silly on cam, drop jewels and gems
 Ignore the school bell, Finesse University mastered through sales
 Residue on the scale, he called me Neff, he ain't my uncle though
 Pump in the snow, we chill in the basement
 Fuck her and tell her go, couldn't even like her more than I love the dough
 What ya life like? Rock Season, I'm nice like
 Low top white Nikes, white tee, Nauti sweats
 Mix and match that vintage shit, you could call it Retrospect
 But the breath is fresh, never did I lose a step
 Who a threat? Hard to lap me cause I rap reality
 And you ain't really a match for me cause you ain't been through it yet
 Kick niggas mic around, you don't know what to do with that
 Turn ya life around, this could get you a fluent check
 Been tellin' niggas from a long time ago
 Call me King Bub Rock, got an almighty flow, Rock
 My mama told me
 Told me long ago
 Boy don't let nobody tell you nothin
 Go for what you know