Fish & Grits Lyrics

[Intro]
[?]
Yeah, you know
See you gotta tell what you got, what he got

[?]
Yeah

[Verse]
I know my granny hear the youngin' calling, Lord I remember
Telling her I would make it, I just knew she seen the vision
Overlapping money help me with my intuition
I'm just sticking to the mission tryna overcome the trenches
Ceiling fan wouldn't work so when I rap I know the boys hot
Folks all at spot I had to set up at my boy spot, for real
Narcotic money fast but it won't never last
Too many setbacks, the throne I gotta take that
Me and Wodie go way back, from break ins to burglaries
Streets need help, I'm the nigga doing surgery
Streets ain't being heard, I'm the nigga shed light Young it's broad day, ain't nobody fitin to fight
I knocked it out the frame, you know I had to hit it right, yeah
Beat it up, bust on her face and in the morning catch a flight, slimey
Huh, and all my young niggas grimey
Yuh, huh, oh

[Chorus]
Is it the way that we be kickin' shit? Oh
Little shorty thicker than some fish and grits, oh
I got the sauce like an arithmetic, oh
I'm just a young nigga that's gettin it, oh
Is it the way that we be kickin' shit? Oh
Little shorty thicker than some fish and grits, oh
I got the sauce like an arithmetic, oh
I'm just a young nigga that's gettin it, oh

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