[Hook: Vis]
Forever spit fire on the mic and you know that we write
From it's night till it's light, in the wars that we fight
Keep the food for supply, keep the levels way high
Till we die, this is life
[Verse 1: Wretch 32]
Listen, you wanna know about my wretchrospective?
I came out the blue on the next ting and earned Ps off
Learn From My Mixtape cuh that cheap shot was expensive, I meant it
I had the streets locked with my sentence
But that was hood love, the hood buzzed
Brought me out the ends like "good luck, but don't let us down, no"
But I ain't bad on my feet, with verses like the Bible and hooks that can baffle [?]
I jab when I speak, and on the page I'm the greatest
And I entertain on the stages
And if you're dying for a break, I suggest you get a grey shift
Cuh one mixtape ain't looking like you made it
And that mixtape ain't looking like you made it
Wrote, designed and pressed yourself
It ain't hard to impress yourself
Think out of your box, and have a person [?]
You can do 100 on your feet on the road
I do a few thousand in my sleep, I've been told
I'm not tryna knock your hustle
I'm tryna tell you that the shop's my tunnel, but I need more
I could do with help, but fam, I don't need yours
Need tracks for my trail of thoughts
I'ma ball like the game's a court, and there's three points
I be myself, I'm fly with a unique voice
Forever spit fire on the mic and you know that we write
From it's night till it's light, in the wars that we fight
Keep the food for supply, keep the levels way high
Till we die, this is life
[Verse 1: Wretch 32]
Listen, you wanna know about my wretchrospective?
I came out the blue on the next ting and earned Ps off
Learn From My Mixtape cuh that cheap shot was expensive, I meant it
I had the streets locked with my sentence
But that was hood love, the hood buzzed
Brought me out the ends like "good luck, but don't let us down, no"
But I ain't bad on my feet, with verses like the Bible and hooks that can baffle [?]
I jab when I speak, and on the page I'm the greatest
And I entertain on the stages
And if you're dying for a break, I suggest you get a grey shift
Cuh one mixtape ain't looking like you made it
And that mixtape ain't looking like you made it
Wrote, designed and pressed yourself
It ain't hard to impress yourself
Think out of your box, and have a person [?]
You can do 100 on your feet on the road
I do a few thousand in my sleep, I've been told
I'm not tryna knock your hustle
I'm tryna tell you that the shop's my tunnel, but I need more
I could do with help, but fam, I don't need yours
Need tracks for my trail of thoughts
I'ma ball like the game's a court, and there's three points
I be myself, I'm fly with a unique voice
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