Outro
Fredo
GENRE
[Verse]
We ain't them bad guys they say that we are
A lot of bruddas want my shoes, they'll never make it as far
I see snakes in the grass, but I'm a lion in this ting
He was talking hard and now his mum's crying in this ting
Yo, I've been smoking weed 'til I feel them feelings go
A lot of people 'round me, so why do I still feel alone?
I ran my money up so high, these days, I can't keep it low
I used to see right through the lies, now I don't even know
I'm hearing all them rappers saying, "Stay down 'til you make it"
And preaching silly shit like, "Grind 'til you shine"
But in reality, most people in life been grinding for time
And life don't ever improvе, it's like we grind to survive
My first dеal was for half a mil', at the time, that was fine
But next time, I need a ten when I go sign on the line
What you been doing for your ends? 'Cause I'm providing for mine
The same man that used to plug me, I'm consigning a nine
I've been thinking 'bout Saint-Tropez, the third of July
Story of my life, you speak and I ain't heard of the guy
Yo, them man, they think 'bout hoes when I've got murder on mine
Free Melo, free B.A., they're my surgical guys
Nah, I don't care about the old days, who was running the ends
'Cause they ain't do it like we done it, man, them bruddas pretend
If you disrespect, we're coming, facts, it doesn't depend
I bust my neck down, my wrist down, and flooded the ends
Joe just bought a full pack, I bet he's coming again
Them man got plain Rollies, these days, that's nothing to Fred
Every six months, I pay a Rollie cover in rent
I done a grow view, got nicked for it, then done one again
Yo, they wanna talk, but there's nothing I can say to them
Why they call him Gucci when his funeral at H&M?
Capping on the net, that's some typical guys
Man can drill you in these streets or with these lyrics of mine
It was big fat racks a brudda had in my dreams
But I didn't know where to find 'em like my dad in my teens
Yeah, we all suffer from something round here, but don't happen to sneeze
Man got sick of being broke and call that trapping disease
Yeah, I've got girls flying from L.A., they're packing for weeks
Ten hour trips to fly across the world and go back on their knees
Had the plain Rollie yesterday, I'm back on the freeze
Bro's on his last three, going for Category D
Life sentence, that's Category A
We never had shit back in the day, but still miss back in the day
Girl, do you like me or you like me 'cause the fact that I'm paid?
I used to know, but now I can't 'cause all these racks in the way
Nah, we ain't the same if you've been slapped in your face
Or done funny shit with feds to avoid catching a case
You know it's war on the road
A man got clipped down on ****, corn in his neck, that was awfully close
Yo, they see what I do, they go copy after
Got my youngin shaving heads, guess he's a proper barber
Heat the nine up in the water, then it's locking faster
Fredo stays with them bits, I'm like some Tropicana
They've been tryna drill me out, but tell them niggas to stop
'Cause I don't reply to no drillers that ain't killing their opps
Blaze niggas up, know we do that for sure
**** car like he's 2Pac Shakur
We ain't them bad guys they say that we are
A lot of bruddas want my shoes, they'll never make it as far
I see snakes in the grass, but I'm a lion in this ting
He was talking hard and now his mum's crying in this ting
Yo, I've been smoking weed 'til I feel them feelings go
A lot of people 'round me, so why do I still feel alone?
I ran my money up so high, these days, I can't keep it low
I used to see right through the lies, now I don't even know
I'm hearing all them rappers saying, "Stay down 'til you make it"
And preaching silly shit like, "Grind 'til you shine"
But in reality, most people in life been grinding for time
And life don't ever improvе, it's like we grind to survive
My first dеal was for half a mil', at the time, that was fine
But next time, I need a ten when I go sign on the line
What you been doing for your ends? 'Cause I'm providing for mine
The same man that used to plug me, I'm consigning a nine
I've been thinking 'bout Saint-Tropez, the third of July
Story of my life, you speak and I ain't heard of the guy
Yo, them man, they think 'bout hoes when I've got murder on mine
Free Melo, free B.A., they're my surgical guys
Nah, I don't care about the old days, who was running the ends
'Cause they ain't do it like we done it, man, them bruddas pretend
If you disrespect, we're coming, facts, it doesn't depend
I bust my neck down, my wrist down, and flooded the ends
Joe just bought a full pack, I bet he's coming again
Them man got plain Rollies, these days, that's nothing to Fred
Every six months, I pay a Rollie cover in rent
I done a grow view, got nicked for it, then done one again
Yo, they wanna talk, but there's nothing I can say to them
Why they call him Gucci when his funeral at H&M?
Capping on the net, that's some typical guys
Man can drill you in these streets or with these lyrics of mine
It was big fat racks a brudda had in my dreams
But I didn't know where to find 'em like my dad in my teens
Yeah, we all suffer from something round here, but don't happen to sneeze
Man got sick of being broke and call that trapping disease
Yeah, I've got girls flying from L.A., they're packing for weeks
Ten hour trips to fly across the world and go back on their knees
Had the plain Rollie yesterday, I'm back on the freeze
Bro's on his last three, going for Category D
Life sentence, that's Category A
We never had shit back in the day, but still miss back in the day
Girl, do you like me or you like me 'cause the fact that I'm paid?
I used to know, but now I can't 'cause all these racks in the way
Nah, we ain't the same if you've been slapped in your face
Or done funny shit with feds to avoid catching a case
You know it's war on the road
A man got clipped down on ****, corn in his neck, that was awfully close
Yo, they see what I do, they go copy after
Got my youngin shaving heads, guess he's a proper barber
Heat the nine up in the water, then it's locking faster
Fredo stays with them bits, I'm like some Tropicana
They've been tryna drill me out, but tell them niggas to stop
'Cause I don't reply to no drillers that ain't killing their opps
Blaze niggas up, know we do that for sure
**** car like he's 2Pac Shakur
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