Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Murs In Retrograde , by - Murs. Release date: 17.02.2022
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Murs In Retrograde |
| Had to leave early |
| 'Cause half the niggas that came with me is dirty |
| Murder cases, and the failures to appear |
| So quit tryna tell motherfuckas that I’m weird |
| Tell 'em 'bout the time you took my cash and whooped my ass |
| It don’t exist, you never did shit with yo lookin' ass |
| No past is given, just rash decisions and bad collisions |
| Now you can’t ask for forgiveness |
| I set the Guinness world record |
| Got it out the dirt, then I made the world respect it |
| While you can’t do shit 'til yo big homie say so |
| So kick back and lay low, while I move the payload |
| My mental, unstable, I’m cut loose, a cable |
| Still hold down my state though, from Frisco to Daygo |
| Put food on the table when you wasn’t able |
| Like I had a halo, so what’s all the hate for? |
| I’m grateful |
| Still gettin' to it, I’m thankful |
| Got messages from executives, but I ain’t messin' with none of these labels |
| '90s shit, the grimiest |
| I’m sayin', come and find me, bitch |
| Puffy on that shiny shit, been killin' shit since '96 |
| 'Member? |
| You DM me on some «sign me» shit |
| I got the screenshots on the wall right behind me, bitch |
| «Can you ask your fans to follow me?» |
| But now you won’t acknowledge me or gimme no apology |
| It’s evident, it’s elephant to mouse psychology |
| Big name nigga scared of somebody as small as me? |
| «He ain’t worth it, he’s underground», that’s what you tell yourself |
| They cancel tours, I’m ready for war, bitch, prepare yourself |
| Bomb first, like Pac did |
| Put your hand out to shake it, I’ll break it, rip it out the socket |
| Arm danglin', all I’m sayin' is I’m not playin' |
| Y’all tryna go bar for bar, can’t hang with it |
| Him is I, and I am he |
| Slim without the tilted brim so my eyes could see |
| The temperament of simpletons just despisin' me |
| Y’all ain’t equipped, you attempt to analyze a G |
| But really, it’s just a half-circle with a line up and a line across |
| You investigate the time it cost |
| The sacrifice that defines the boss |
| Then you went tryna find a cross |
| Couldn’t hang, 'cause you’re kinda soft |
| Gave up, and you finally lost |
| It’s Big Murs, and I’m signin' off |
| (Yeah nigga) |