Текст песни Wretchrospective

[Hook]
Forever spit fire on the mic and you know that we ride for this night
Till it's light in the wars that we fight
And the food for supply till the level's way high till we die

Listen you have to know about my wretchrospective
I came out the blue and the next thing the earth peels off
Learn from my mixtape caught that cheap shot
Was expensive I meant it
I just changed you up with my 10 ounce
But that was wooden love the hood boys root me out
That ends like "Good luck" but don't let us down no
My eyes bother my feet, reverse is right
The bible and the hooks that could buy for Ali
I jump out when I sleep on the page I'm the greatest
And I entertain I'm a stagist
And if you're down for a brick I suggest you get a grave shift
Got one mixtape ain't looking like you made it
And that mistake kept looking like you made it
Raw design impressed yourself it ain't hard to impress yourself
Think I'm in a box another person's an extra self
You can do a hundred on your feet on your own
I do a few songs in my sleep I've been told
I'm not trying to knock you off
So I'm trying to tell you this shops my tunnel
But I need more I can be without my fan I don't need those
Each trap for my train and force
I'm a bull like the game's a cool
And that's 3 points I be myself I'm fly with a unique voice

[Hook x2]
Forever spit fire on the mic and you know that we ride for this nightWretch 32 - Wretchrospective - http://ru.motolyrics.com/wretch-32/wretchrospective-lyrics.html
Till it's light in the wars that we fight
And the food for supply till the level's way high till we die

I'm the only lyricist that's left I'm ahead of my time
That's why I'm top 10 dead on my sight
I am not damn dead or alive I got my own fate
Ducking it ain't betting with lives I got my page
Chapter rich I'm back on bliss again
Er'thing till they catch that reff yeah that has my ink
Now I just get my respect that's black magic
Hide yourself to flash the cheques the bank cash shit
But I still owe own in my publishing
Irish dough got stumbling I ain't going back through struggling the clock
Hussling is not my path anymore and I'm loving it
Most of you sons need mothers
I'm just waiting the king walk you are under him
And in case you were wondering
Just does after tell jokes for the fun of it
But I ain't got time to waste
They run with flat license plates
I'm on cribs like try some days
Can eat off the floor I'm so fly I can sleep to the Lord when I'm grounded
But I'll fly I can do it in the air
Ain't got a life but I got a music career
And jewish the flair take wet trees from 2
I'm the one so you know that I'm do this yeah

[Hook x4]
Forever spit fire on the mic and you know that we ride for this night
Till it's light in the wars that we fight
And the food for supply till the level's way high till we die
This is life