Murs In Retrograde - Murs, Dj.Fresh

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)