Wretch 32, VIS - Wretchrospective lyrics

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

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'ma ball like the game's a court
And there's three points
I be myself, I'm fly with a unique voice
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

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

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'ma do it this year, yeah

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

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

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

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