IDK What 2 Tell U - Retch

It’s drugs across the border Porter

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Bitch, I’m from the trap, I ain’t never wore Supreme

All I had’s a celly and some fiends

Playing with these bands since the 9th grade

In white J’s, serve white J’s, from Friday to Friday

No lunch breaks, no off days

Nextel 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

We was robbing cars before we even got the permits

But first it was the bud, lil piff, lil regs 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’d always tell me grow up

In the classroom screaming fuck 'em, wylin out, cause my dough up

Know you see me with the chain, I was shining on the bitches

I’ll admit, I look clean, I was wylin for the bitches

Blood wylin, get it wylin, had me diving in the bitches

And now I’m diving off the stages, no acknowledging 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 living splendid, you could blow me via instagram

@RetchyP, doing shit you’d 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, standing on couches

Blunt in my mouth, in that all 'Lo outfit

This one right here is for all you faggots that doubted

I’m glad you ain’t showed love, I made it here without it, nigga

And I don’t know what else to tell you

But I can tell you what I been through

Hitting 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 doing landscaping

And now I’m living marvellous, bitch

Okay, now, let’s be real, nigga, I don’t got a deal

Know you see me at Coachella, we was wylin out for real

SOBs, we 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 tripping, cause I ain’t never had shit

Except 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 DEA

They hopped out, twenty deep, and they ain’t even find shit

Except 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 motherfucking 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 trapping off a beach, nigga

And I don’t know what else to tell you

But I can tell you what I been through

Hitting 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 doing landscaping

And now I’m living marvellous, bitch