Fish Grease

I was only ten when I jumped in the fish grease, servin' junkies on 6th Street

Wasn't on yet, now it's, "Come get a sixteenth, I could front you a zip cheap"

Turnt eleven twice, Kevo did a twelve-piece way before I was thirteen

First fourteen nigga ever touched, known to come with the morphine

Now I'm fifteen, phone full of fiends, this is way before lean

Watchin' J's bangin', shootin' up, sharin' needles, soakin' them in chlorine

Turned seventeen I was shootin' jams, eighteen had a half-a-slab

Nineteen when shit hit the fan, fled the crime scene with some sheet rock

Age twenty, was a wanted man, now we high-speedin' through the speed knot

Speedballin', tryna do the speed limit, state troopers in them speed traps

Twenty-one, I was cornered off fighting for my life in a court of law

Bonded out, found not guilty, know they sick they got it on my cheese back

Twenty-two, had a pill run, twenty-three, almost got done in

Twenty-four, a nigga lost Swali, twenty-five, had a couple run-ins

Twenty-six, I had my first child, twenty-seven when I first slowed down

Twenty-eight, now we touchin' heavyweight

Been applyin' pressure through the whole town

Where we at with it?

Is this the legacy you want to leave?

Is this the legacy you want to leave?

Ten tenths, that's a graham cracker, one in a half, that's a half tray

Three-five, that's a ball of soft, no kiddie play, I been the class act

With the Orajel, scale it up, seven soft, six hard, at a quarter 'til

Gift wrappin' up them strip dinners, had to re-wrap it with the Glad wrap

Trash bags full of dirty money neatly stacked up in rubber bands

Thirty six by twenty-eight, 'bout two equal out a hundred bands

Flew to Cali', drove to Arizona, soon as I touched, caught a flight back

Plug sent it with a postcard, if being broke is funny, you a wisecrack

So the split pop for twenty-five hundred, slow rollin' biggies for the five racks

Keep a big pun with a kickdrum, stepped on the brickie like a hi-hat

From Morgantown to the Jordan Downs, turnt around with a whole one on us, we Georgia Brown

Remember grindin' in the rain nights when it was pourin' down

Now I'm in the Range hydroplanin', work whiter than a diner napkin

Hood call me Sir Brick Van Exel a.k.a. Mr. Pyrex Chaplin

Clio bangin' off the lilac, phone slappin' like a telethon

Sent the plug a couple hundred thou', got me touchin' down like I'm Megatron

Had to switch the route up

Is this the legacy you want to leave?

Is this the legacy you want to leave?