Fish Sticks

Lyrics

[Intro: Producer Tag & LE$] Mr. Rogers The motherfuckin' weed at the house, nigga And the lighter, I'm fucked up Shit Yeah, yeah, yeah [Verse] Did it for the cause, this all for you You gotta do your work with no applause No GPS to find that money, it's gon' get you lost Just somethin' light to pay that cost; you wanna be a boss? Ain't no regards to how a nigga feel To do this shit, I done missed plenty meals A couple wounds, but let 'em heal You think I stopped it? Be for real Shit was steep, but climbed the hill Only eat what I'ma kill Love ain't got the time to chill See, to this game, I've signed a deal I'm in it deep, a couple of feet They want to see you weak Mama say I'm covered in prayers, but still I'm keepin' heat Sorry, God, but I'm just prepared - them demons like to creep Trust in you but stayin' aware: these streets ain't never sweet Ain't have to use no imagination, I just recall This life was crazy, I had to make me some judgement calls The tags was out on that Buick and my apartment small Lights was off a couple of times, but fuck it, I'ma ball I knew this shit was comin' I gassed it up and then I kept it runnin' Took that little nothin' then I made it somethin' A single amp hooked to my 10", but fuck it, I was bumpin' I'm tinted up and comin' through like I ain't never rushin' Still ridin' dirty with a fifty sack and loaded strap We rollin' Swishers back-to-back and only wore that black-on-black Corroborated, that's a fact; hopin' for them Cadillacs Smokin' for them cataracts, a product of my habitat Still had the baddest bitches givin' it up [?], in a palace somewhere livin' it up The way I be, I find a balance 'stead of switchin' it up From what the game did to my veins to know if we'd be enough Still, at my lowest, had a motive and fantasized I could get rich Saw the bigger picture while they was focused on quick licks I had to ride my own slab, I couldn't sit bitch Steak x Shrimp didn't exist, I had them fish sticks, nigga Yeah