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Retchy P
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IDK What 2 Tell U
It's drugs across the border Porter
[Verse 1]
Bitch I'm from the trap, I ain't never wore Supreme
All I had's a celly and some fiends
Playin' with these bands since the 9th grade
White J's, and white J's, from Friday to Friday
No lunch breaks, no off days
[?]around the neck, rock it like it's jewellery
Chirp chirp, where you at? said he got two for me
Fuck school, truancy, all them niggas birds and
[?]robbin' cars before we even got the permits
First it was the bud, lil piff, lil [?]with it
First three racks, fell asleep in the bed with it
And it was a blowup, sneaker boxes to the roof though
And every single fitted you remember, tell the truth yo
School I was menace, teacher always tell me grow up
In the classroom screamin' fuck 'em, wilin' out cause my dough up
Know you see me with the chain, I was shinin' on the bitches
I'll admit I look clean, I was wilin' for the bitches
Blood wilin, [?]wilin, had me divin' in the bitches
And now I'm divin' off the stages, no acknowledgin' the bitches
It was times I used a condom, and it was times a nigga didn't
But thank the science and the lord, I had the fifty and I spent it
And now I'm livin' splendid, you could blow me via instagram
@RetchyP, doin' shit you never think I can
See the service snatch me up, thought I wouldn't graduate
Post the bail and went right back to school, the teachers had to hate
And now I'm at the W, standin' on couches
Blunt in my mouth, in that [?]outfit
This one right here is for all you faggots that doubted
I'm glad you ain't showed up I made it here without it, nigga
[Hook]
And I don't know what else to tell you
But I can tell you what I been through
Hittin' licks on the sidewalk, sawed off
The homie down the block with the pistol
Remember when them niggas tried to kill me
Save my life was a nigga doin' landscapin'
And now I'm livin' marvellous, bitch
[Verse 2]
Okay now let's be real, nigga I don't got a deal
When you see me at Coachella we was wilin' out for real
And some [?]sold it out, and that Roxy show was ill
See my face at Rolling Stone, man this shit is so surreal
So don't mind me if I'm trippin cause I ain't never had shit
'cept a bitch that held me down and a phone that used to click
And that bitch ran off but I love her to this day
And that phone it got tossed so we got flipped by DA
They hopped out twenty deep and they ain't even find shit
'cept a tiny ass roach and them faggots they was pissed
And they took my nigga Flea and that shit was really wack
So when they let me out the cuffs I went and bust another pack
Cut the muthafuckin' beat, I'm a nigga from the street
From the bucket on my head to the sneakers on my feet
Get my dutches from the shell, and my chicken from Miss T's
Went to Hackensack high and I was trappin' off a beach, nigga
[Hook]
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