Fish Sticks

[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