Retch - Idk What 2 Tell U lyrics

It's d** across the border Porter Like [Verse 1] b**h, 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 j**ellery Chirp chirp, where you at, said he got two for me f** 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 cla**room screaming f** 'em, wylin out, cause my dough up Know you see me with the chain, I was shining on the b**hes I'll admit, I look clean, I was wylin for the b**hes Blood wylin, get it wylin, had me diving in the b**hes And now I'm diving off the stages, no acknowledging the b**hes 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 sh** 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, standing on couches Blunt in my mouth, in that Dolo outfit This one right here is for all you f*ggots that doubted I'm glad you ain't showed up, 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 k** me Save my life was a n***a doing landscaping And now I'm living marvellous, b**h [Verse 2] Okay, now, let's be real, n***a, I don't got a deal When you see me at Coachella, we was wylin out for real And some [?] sold it out, and that Roxy show was ill See my face at Rolling Stone, man, this sh** is so surreal So don't mind me if I'm tripping, cause I ain't never had sh** Except a b**h that held me down, and a phone that used to click And that b**h 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 sh** Except a tiny a** roach, and them f*ggots they was pissed And they took my n***a Flea, and that sh** was really wack So when they let me out the cuffs I went and bust another pack Cut the motherf**ing 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 k** me Save my life was a n***a doing landscaping And now I'm living marvellous, b**h