Fish Grease (feat. Harry Fraud)

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' Js bangin', shootin' up, sharing needles, soakin' them in chlorine
Turnt 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 gotta run my cheese back
Twenty-two, had a pill run, twenty-three, almost got done in
Twenty-four, a nigga lost Swal', 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 and a half, that's a half tray
Three-five, that's a ball of soft, no kiddie play, I been a 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 by 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?