Fish Food

Hot summers, low lifes, and high numbers
Nike jumpers with dicks tucked away no Brian Pumpers
Anyone could get they issue, boxed away get tissue
I done seen the toughest niggas turn into some fish food
Y'all some bitch dudes type to run away when they bitch due
You niggas pitiful
Needa get rid of you but, the perfect pillow to sleep on get creeped on
Keep ya feet to street get defeated by Stuart Littles
I don't speak to belittle but believe my litter will
Once I raise a whole different breed of cat that make nip of you
Keep em underground, no digital
Pack toolies for the ratatouilles picking up on signals
Me? I'm in my living room with foreign dairies
Nothing criminal it's just my pigeon food
I finally finished school
College dropout got better plans for my residuals
Chasing my pinnacle...



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Writer(s): Juan Thompson
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