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letra de fish grease - boldy james & harry fraud

[verse 1]
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 n-gga ever touched, known to come with the morphine
now i’m fifteen, phone full of fiends, this is way before lean
watchin’ [?] bangin’, shootin’ up sharen needles, soakin’ them in chlorine
turnt seventeen i was shootin’ jams, eighteen had a half-a-slab
nineteen whеn sh-t hit the fan, fled the crimе 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 n-gga 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?

[refrain]
is this the legacy you want to leave?
is this the legacy you want to leave?

[verse 2]
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 [?] scale it up, seven soft, six hard, at a quarter [?]
gift wrappin’ up them strip dinners, had to re-wrap it with the glad wrap
trash bags full of dirty money, [?] 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
[refrain]
is this the legacy you want to leave?
is this the legacy you want to leave?

- boldy james harry fraud

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