Vis - Wretchrospective lyrics

[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] 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 [Hook: Vis](x2) [Verse 2: Wretch] 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 [Hook: Vis](x4)