Wretchrospective

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

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'mma 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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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

I'm the only lyricist that's left, I'm ahead of my time

That's why I'm top 10, dead em on sight

I am not them, dead or alive, I've got my own thing

ain't better with lines, I'm on my own page

Chapter Wretch, I'm back, I'm blessed

They get air till they catch their breath, they're asthmatics

Now I just get mad respect, that's black magic

And I just have to flash the cheques to bank cash, yeah

But I still own all of my publishing

Irish dough cause it's doubling

I ain't going back through struggling the crack move

Hustling is not my path anymore and I'm loving it

Most of you sons need mothering

I'm just waking while you lot are under him

Yeah, and in case you were wondering

Jesters have to tell jokes for the fun of it

But I ain't got time to waste

They're on whips like license plates

I'm on cribs like Where you can eat off the floor, I'm so fly

I can speak to the lord when I'm grounded

But I'll fly cause I could do with the air

I ain't got a life but I've got a music career

The truest with flare, take Wretch 3 from 2

I'm the one so you know that I'mma do it this year, yeah

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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