Fish grease

Alll up in my biz lookin at me staring at me pointing at me laughing at me wishing bad on me it’s so sad homie don’t need no family cuz they all some fonnies smiling in my face then stab me in the back I guess it’s like that yeah it’s like that never looking back out to get that bag ...tag my name on the wall mike b on a three way call talking money shit yeah we did that shit what’s good bro acting like you know you don’t know shit just close your lip and keep on watching as I take you on trip and I got my own back so you ain’t gonna catch me slip so miss me with shit I just keep it pushin yea I keep it movin yeah I keep tru you ain’t got a clue on who I am or what I do so wild put me in the zoo you can not tame me hoe but keep that on the low my ice is fuckin cold my poker game mean I ain’t ever gonna fold I’m the best at least that’s what I’m told steady bumping my shit it ain’t ever getting old and if it do I’ll freestyle on that bitch make it better bro