Retch - Paul Allen's Business Card lyrics

[Produced by Thelonious Martin] [Verse 1: Sulaiman] He saw, she saw, we saw our faces in the morning paper I sign, you sign, who sign and still won't see no 40 acres See, I was taught how to survive around some older players More behavior spotted at the door when I ignore the favors They poison free lunches and brunches of the hungry thirsty So i'm disrespectful [when they curtsy] rock a Jordan jersey Lord have mercy I hope he don't curse me, strike me down with lightning Archetype of sparking mics, we smoking from the highest heights I'm so enticing to your wife, I think that's sort of trifling Think you should handle that and leave me to my own devices Darkness can be so enlightening...when you think of it Emphasize to spark a five on it like a bengal chip If young jawn come on that single ready to mingle tip So skittles with smoke signals [?] Ass might get typecasted, won't even need a script [?] [Verse 2: Retch] The whip is black, the seats is mustard The moon is full, the night is young So I'm looking for b**hes in little dresses You know the ones that stop at the mid-thigh, I been fly Plus I'm smoother than mixed drinks so it's nothing One hand on top the wheel as I'm trucking And the other got a blueberry muffin, and I'm stunting Mr. Knievel ain't got sh** on me, half a P I toss five and I sit on three Getting high without the brake lights, great whites Slanging great white, f**ing great white b**hes You know they ain't nice, except when they talking to me Might be bugged, we don't talk in the V Take it easy on the dialogue, firearm Just so I could bare the song Looking like a creep with my hoodie on Follies make my woody long Hand-woven drawers just to keep it warm Made out of wool with the light itch, n***a