Dubs & Losses - Retch, Roc Marciano

Yo, uh, high water pressure shower hit from all angles

My shorty stepping out in nothing but some gold bangles

Waiter asked me 'bout dessert, I told him, «No thank you»

I got a plate with that pack, I’m like Criss Angel

Wake up with your bitch, drink some OJ

I’m in Dolce when I pull up where your ho stay

That’s why these niggas riding dick like a dollar bus

When we was younger, man, it started out a lot of us

But life run it’s courses, nigga, wins and losses

I seen cells, I seen coffins, I want Benz and Porsches

Get 5 mil today, I’m going to get the Lambo truck

Get on that stage, every time I’m bigging Yambo up, uh

Rest in peace Fredo, shoutout Chief and Tadoe, uh

Ballout, that’s the homie, L’A though

On Blood Money, white tees where they hanging out

Ain’t leave the guns at the house though, we bring 'em out

I did some shit could get me sent that I can’t speak about

SLAP program, let my niggas spend a weekend out

Going to trial, that’s the toughest shit I ever did

Nigga pointing from the stand right in front my kid

Same nigga that I used to call my fucking brother

Couldn’t be closer if we had the same fucking mother

But life run it’s courses, nigga, wins and losses

Faced the opposition often, I ain’t never forfeit

Uh, no surrender, no retreat

Am I my brother’s keeper?

Yes indeed

Can’t no cheese come between us like Nino and G

Time’ll tell, we gon' see what it’s gon be, niggas gon' bleed

Dubs and losses, dubs and losses

Now the Lambo got 800 horses

Yeah, very clean

Yo, with the stub, rude awakening

Stick you for your jewels, dude, we taking 'em

Can’t move in the same space I’m in

Hop in the coupe, shake Jake and 'em

Check the shape I’m in

The breaks, we came for them, we had stake in them

Pistol whip the lame, push his facial in

And mix it 'caine to the ankle 'em

The wrist game had every angle lit

Bitch playing with a bangle, kid get mangled

Slid with your bitch, I finagled it

Don’t get your mango split, your Kangol won’t fit

And then I dip like I’m finger rolling it in

You already know what it is

Don’t stick your nose in my biz, you get whipped

Now go get a switch, I’m the same, I never switched

This game, I was heaven sent

Shit was hectic, I did my James Evan stint

But kept some change ever since, uh

These ain’t just records, I really check your chin

Motherfucker

Uh, no surrender, no retreat

Am I my brother’s keeper?

Yes indeed

Can’t no cheese come between us like Nino and G

Time’ll tell, we gon' see what it’s gon be, niggas gon' bleed

Dubs and losses, dubs and losses

Now the Lambo got 800 horses

Yeah, very clean