Fishes To Fry (feat. YL & Starker)

(YL)

        only call me if its bread, find Y in the 917, all that bullshit they talk we gon put it to bed, cant sleep when the money dont rest, how the fuck you not eating shit is growing on trees, RRR pull up army fatigues, catch a boot to the face, here forever like a tat on your sleeve, i wouldnt pay you to stay but id pay you to leave, fuck you my chain over the tee, here comes envy, see people how i know em to be, ash the spliff out in the street, get the fuck out of new york, taking flights out of the state, still young still living foul and i still eat pork, blow smoke on the freeway, when the people know the truth aint no way you could spin it like a DJ

        (Starker)

        YOU NOT LIVE IMMA DUMBOUT MY FACE A MAKE FOX 5 COULDNT STOP AT THE LIGHT I REALLY WRITE SPRAY YA BLOOD ACROSS WALLS YOULL ROCK HIGH LIKE HEAVEN SPOTS I BRING IT TO YOU IF YA WATCH IS NICE IF YOU NOT ON SHIT JUST DONT LISTEN MY SOLID SOUND ADVICE GET POUNDED OUT WITH A MIC CANT STAND THE RAIN YOU ONLY COME OUTSIDE WHEN ITS NICE THROWIN IT DOWN FEEL IT IN HER WINDPIPE YOULL ROLL A BLUNT BUT **** NEVER WANNA ROLL THE DICE AYO WE HOLDIN MICS LIKE STICKUP CHILDREN BLOWIN HOLES FOR THE RIGHT PRICE ILL ENDUP IFRONT THE DISTRICT LIKE A RAPPER GOIN TO BUY SEMI VALUABLE ICE TODAYS MATH AINT ON YOUTUBE LIKE PODCASTERS ONCE APON A TIME THEY USE TO BE THE RAP BATTLING TYPE SINCERE KNOW TOMMY WAS WRONG BUT THEY BOND SO STRONG BY THE ENDING HE STARTED DOING RIGHT ITS NOT A GAME BUT THEY CALLED IT THE GAME OF LIFE I GOT BIGGER FISHES TO FRY BOB WHITES MY SHORTY ON MOBBWIFES