It's drugs across the border Porter
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[Verse 1]
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 n***as 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 n***a 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, n***a
[Hook]
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 n***as tried to kill me
Save my life was a n***a doing landscaping
And now I'm living marvellous, bitch

[Verse 2]
Okay, now, let's be real, n***a, 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 n***a 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 n***a 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, n***a
[Hook]
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 n***as tried to kill me
Save my life was a n***a doing landscaping
And now I'm living marvellous, bitch