All White/Interlude Wretch 32 (Ft. K-Trap & Nafe Smallz)

[Verse 1: Wretch 32]
Say you're rare, are you really? White shirt DSquared
Say you're rare, Mike Amiri, over here, where?
Dressed in all white, all white
Who don't want to see me shine better close their eyes, all night
Breitlings looking all bright and it's just that time
Still I don't want to tick no nine if you're not my guy
Reh-tehs everywhere, yeah
They gon' say that I'm boring
I'm at home if not touring
On stage in my Jordans, balling
Free throwing's my calling
Now the whip's transforming
Bumblebee when I swarm in
I spent ten, tens on my next Benz
And I rev-rev, it's just boredom
It's not right, it's life
Still I'm gonna pull up at the lights on my Js
Probably be alone when I'm standing by the gates
Using gang signs for prayer, must be blinded by your grace
Gotta shoot back when you're fighting for your place
I'll address a nigga any given Saturday
Got a shooter in a Uber, he ain't running out of Waze
Wanna turn up and these niggas wanna play
Like it's online, at war, gangster in a real life
I beat corn, I eat rice, I nyam food and sleep nice
I mean cool, running down niggas still I take shit in my stride
In my stride, in my Nike Airs