Now I'm a fresh fish, here on dry land;
I'm a fish outta water, not a tune in a can.
I'm here for a reason, but only for a season.
So, all you bad fishies don't don't come around skeezin'.
Listen to my rhyme, if you got the time,
Cuz for a fish on the mic, I do just fine.
My fashion bold, sportin' the gold,
Yeah Sometimes the water shore do get colder.
Chorus: [Lots of Fish Stuff]
So I cover my scales, with my fisha' sweats
Doo-rag on my fins, I like the way it sets.
New hi-top tennies, gotta break 'em in,
But I don't go go steppin' to the beat of sin.
I got a better way, listen what I gotta say;
Do you wanna' sink or swim?
Cuz when my man throws the net down,
You better lay your bets down,
I'm gonna' get caught up with him.
(Repeat Chorus)
I'm hip on the tip, I got the fly trip,
When you hear my rhymes, I know you'll jump ship.
I'm like a big mouth bass, I can rap so fast.
You best listen up or I'll kick your... boy!!
You better know better, I don't write a swear letter.
I don't need it, you don't either.
Clean rap is where it's at!
(Repeat Chorus)
I hang with the gang, but I don't smoke a thang.
I got a whole lotta friends, and we always have a bang.
But there's one thing, I gotta come correct,
When I go, I got a flight direct.
So listen close to what the fresh fish say
When I start talkin' all about judgment day.
Stand up on your tail, and get steady,
He's comin' back you better get ready!
