Late Night - Retch

Dru Hill knocking, feel the beauty in the solitude

Forever prevailing over obstacles

Spaceship gon' land, astronomical

All about my fucking money just like prostitutes

I got a nigga that’s pitching in front of Jamba Juice

I’m in and out of these cities, in different kind of coupes

And if I say you my nigga, I go the mile for you

Why you ain’t bust at them niggas when they had shot at you?

And they gon' tell you you they with you, gotta find the proof

The AMG got a roof but this shit is optional

I ain’t gon' mention your name if I did the crime with you

Just know that it was for real if I shared a bond with you

And it’s a gift and a curse when you think what time could do

straight to your bond, we could divide the two

Minus the bullshit, life’s great

Race through the lot in a white Wraith

Dealer plates, fish boats, let 'em talk about me

Shout out all the bitches that done fought about me

Got people of Latin descent that go to war about me

You defended, have my mother go to court about me

Restitution, they ain’t ever get a quarter out me

Fuck it, I be on the run for the summer

Might just shoot the function up 'cause I wanna

One of my custies got knocked, still owe me 60 dollars

I swear to God, in eighth grade, that we was doing Pradas

I got the pictures, don’t believe me, nigga

Everything designer when you see me, nigga

Know my niggas wrong, still screaming, «Free them niggas»

Don’t approach me, I don’t speak to niggas

Quick to draw straps and put heat to niggas

Like the shit that’s coming out your motherfucking speaker, nigga

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