Blue Fin Tuna - Retch, Da$h

Yeah, So

Polo Sporting Goods

Mr. Eon is here

Shit I’m inhalin' got me smellin' like death in the place

Foreign substance, only thing keep the stress off my face

Ones I run with man they usually keep weapons on waist

Cheddar to chase

He dead in face and got bread in the safe, game over

Flame quoter when I ain’t sober

Engage hoes up in a Range Rover

Exchange flows for niggas payin' quota

Exchange Yola for the bitch ovaries

Please give me my cheese

Preyin' on rappers, I swear I’m never hitting my knees

Cold as a fuck, I hit the room, you feelin' a breeze

Domin' me up, a Roman slut I flew in from Greece

It’s me and him or whatever you call me, show me the utmost

Feelin' like I’m Thutmose, french inhalin' gun smoke

Savior to my brothers, to my mother I’m a thug though

Everything thats wrong or right just blame it on the plug yo

Uh, I never blame it on the drugs though

If you my mans, the only way it should be

If it’s more problems for you, that’s more problems for me

So more problems for us, that’s more problems for them

I ride with you 'til the end, which means the grave or the pen

Started eatin' acid tabs, I ain’t been the same since

Hands shakin', smoking the dope

Picture my life as getting throat on a boat

Chauffeured around gettin' lit in the car

Barely old enough to drink at the bar

A lil woozy off the shit in the jar

Came up with coke, I keep the drugs in my coat

I like to wake up, take a piss off the roof

Old heads salute the kid as the truth

I tell tales, identify with the youth

That’s the reason they ain’t fuckin' with you

They can’t relate with anything that you do

I learned my thuggish way via the strip

This thump provided, that was via the blip

I’m in the lot blowin' tree in the whip

The leaves is scattered cause approachin' is Fall

All my life I just wanted to ball

Now I’m slam-dunking, all in the paint

My new bitch provide a foreign escape

I’m smokin' loud, pack throughout the estate

The view is aerial, observing the lake, nigga

If you my mans, the only way it should be

If it’s more problems for you, that’s more problems for me

So more problems for us, that’s more problems for them

I ride with you 'til the end, which means the grave or the pen