Текст песни Fish Sticks - Le$ feat. Dj Mr Rogers

Mr. Rogers
Had the motherfuckin' weed at the house, nigga
And the lighter', nigga, all fucked up
Shit

Yeah, yeah, yeah
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 them heal
You think I'd stop 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 signed a deal
I'm in it deep

A couple of feet, they wanna 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 staying 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 judgment calls
The tags was out on that Buick

And my apartment's small
Lights was off a couple of times
But fuck it, I'm a 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 ten

But fuck it, I was bumpin'
I'm tinted up and comin' through
Like I ain't never rushin'
Still ridin' dirty with a 50 sac and loaded strap

We rollin' swishas 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
Come thug with me

then in a palace somewhere livin' it up
The way I be, I find a balance Instead of switchin it up
From what the game did to my veins

Don't know if weed 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 and shrimp didn't exist
I had them fish sticks, nigga
Yeah