Idk What 2 Tell U

It's drugs across the border Porter Like [Verse 1] Bitch 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 White J's, and white J's, from Friday to Friday No lunch breaks, no off days [?] around the neck, rock it like it's jewellery Chirp chirp, where you at? said he got two for me Fuck school, truancy, all them niggas birds and We was robbing cars before we even got the permits First it was the bud, lil piff, lil [?] 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 always tell me grow up In the classroom screaming fuck 'em, wilding out cause my dough up Know you see me with the chain, I was shining on the bitches I'll admit I look clean, I was wiling for the bitches Blood wilding, get it wilding, had me diving in the bitches And now I'm diving off the stages, no acknowledging the bitches It was times I used a condom, and it was times a nigga 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 shit 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 [?] outfit This one right here is for all you faggots that doubted I'm glad you ain't showed up I made it here without it, nigga [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 niggas tried to kill me Save my life was a nigga doing landscaping And now I'm living marvellous, bitch [Verse 2] Okay now let's be real, nigga I don't got a deal When you see me at Coachella we was wilding out for real And some [?] sold it out, and that Roxy show was ill See my face at Rolling Stone, man this shit is so surreal So don't mind me if I'm tripping cause I ain't never had shit Except a bitch that held me down and a phone that used to click And that bitch ran off but I love her to this day And that phone it got tossed so we got flipped by DA They hopped out twenty deep and they ain't even find shit Except a tiny ass roach and them faggots they was pissed And they took my nigga Flea and that shit was really wack So when they let me out the cuffs I went and bust another pack Cut the motherfucking beat, I'm a nigga 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 of beach Nigga [Hook]