The Last Re-Up (feat. Bigga Rankin) [Intro]

From the moment we are born

We begin to die

You see, death is certain

And that is why I breathe life into these young ****

Fuck what a hater gotta say

Winning feels so much better when you were born to lose

Bobby Fishscale, talk to 'em!

Turn the scale on, how I start my fucking day

Got some **** want some hard

Got some **** want some plate

Got some Js in the yard who can cook they own yay

Got a jug name Pee Wee but don't look like Longway

If your dope still wet, you cooked it the wrong way

Still shouting out fish and tree, you know what the song say

I was ‘posed to make a hook, do this shit my own way

Write a book about me, crack gon' be the first page

Just take a look at OP, look at the way that I was raised

Bitch, I really seen a juug smoke a rock in first grade

Bitch, I really get booked just to rock a fucking stage

Bitch I really still cook, cook up for the Js

I used to sleep with the junkies, went to school with the flunkies

Used to go to sleep hungry 'cause we didn't have any money

Why you think my brother in fed? He tried something to get some bread

He tried to do some shit to make sure that his whole family fed

Then I did some shit too, had me rocking state blues

I was in the chain gang before I hit 22

Did too many years, why I don't rap like you

Did too many years, still know the menu

Bitch, we know you got corona, talking 'bout you got the flu

I got some coke'll kill that shit, all you gotta do, take the two

I got some dope come off a boat'll have you sweeping off the roof

I got some dope come off a boat, twenty-four if you want a deuce

I did some shit that they said that I couldn't do

I'm a walking lick, coke in my shoe

I'm a talking brick, rocks in my tooth

Drop super fish, now I got **** spooked

When you see my done, that's a hunnid band coupe

Had to show them **** what the Fishscale money do

Only out one year and I already blew

You ain't fucked with me, but you talking 'bout you knew

They say, "Fishy, I know that you was about to blow"

Same motherfucker talking 'bout I couldn't flow

Same motherfucker couldn't believe I had a condo

Same motherfucker mad 'cause we control the dope flow

Corona got the strippers saying they don't strip no more

Stimulus make my auntie smoke up a whole O

Quarantine been a dream, my powerhouse 'bout broke

Quarantine selling clean, fourteen for a O

Quarantine booty dean, bring it to your front door

Quarantine them old jeans, don't wear 'em no more

Sis' think she dripping with her homegirl clothes

Yeah, you kinda fresh, but we know them ain't yours

They label me the best, they say that I'm chose

I feel like I'm cursed, too much time up the road

Sleeping on that steel, I got steel in my soul

Cook so much steel in that stainless steel bowl

I've been chasing my dreams, I think Meek Mill know

How it feel to hit the crib and ain't no food on the stove

When you gotta serve a rock to a juug that you don't know

Like, bitch, 110 you only got 104

Only bet gave me low, bitch, you know we buy broke

Last week you had plates, this week you breaking down Os

They say, "Fish, you talk that shit, lil' **** got a old soul"

Dope hump up in the middle, then you got a old bowl

If you gotta light the pilot, then you got a old stove

If the rub it on they gums, then they got a old nose

I was really on thirties when I hit it on troll

I was going to fast, hit the curve and lost control

My wrist keep spinning like a goddamn commode

Ticking time bomb, my 2015 bio

Now I'm trapping these beats, I don't trap no more

This the last re-up, my fucking trap closed, Fishy