Dubs & Losses

[Verse 1: RetcH] 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 [Chorus: Roc Marciano] 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 [Verse 2: Roc Marciano] 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 [Chorus: Roc Marciano] 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