Fred The Godson - The Session lyrics

[Fred The Godson] My teacher said cross your "T's", dot your "'I's" So with the F, I cross your tees, dot your eyes What you think I won't spray y'all Your soul will leave your army, put your name on A-wall Y'all can't see me, I dont know what to say y'all When I ryhmes its like I pull down the blindes, Call it the Ray Charles Off the record, I listen to y'all thesis Still remained puzzled I put together the pieces like You said I'm ugly, You took a look at my bride? I mean my X was a dime, your wifey could be my slide True story, These rappers BM, spotted me in the BM With this white boy, blonde hair, she go possible it could be him Ugnn, You know we exchanged numbers on the block You know Gordo, TBM, She was writing me some freaky sh** Should've screenshoted the BBM When uhm, Why we judging a man on a man? Thats not what we do I got the grams coming through Come get money with this Ugly n***a, I can handsome to you Its more than that though, I'm more about stability Even negative possibilities I'm on to that This beyond the rap, I'm born to trap You see I'm good with the Brown, thats the sh** that got Rihanna slapped You know, Marlon and Michael, I'm weighing about it More birds in Baltimore but I ain't Raving about it, I'm jus singing about it So dont play with him, you get k**ed by a knife or a gun Thats just the state i'm in, Oregan is a State Oregon's a state, Fred the God I swear I'm one of the greatest But wait, You ever seen Busta Rhymes face, when I bust a rhyme weight We at a state where nobody got punchlines, I can go without a base When I spit it melts I'm like a belt, my flow won't go to waste Taking y'all to school, its college basketball the way I'm spitting now My shooters, Kansas in a coat, I'm jus whipping out, Fred The God .. chyea!