[Fred The Godson]
Weather the storm, before the snowy rain
I'm on track like the money train
I sold coke, so the money came
Hold up, I sold coke, soda money cain
Some n***as said f** Fred, he gon stay underground, sewer sh**
You know this white told me, we always having plane talks
Like I'm conversating with a stewardess, on the low though
He said he love my freestyling, my mixtapes sound better than n***as albums
Well, I concur, with the mic and the three, I can Kerr
Still the bulsh** still ain't really my concern
I'm on some real sh**, I'm who y'all go to when you wanna hear some sh**
See this the difference, I got a crib and a studio
Your crib is a studio, we got different rents
The God Fire off the Glock
Get caught tryna take offences, Barbed wire on the top
I got coke and soar in the spot, I'm not through with it
I'm Stevie Wonder, I got a P and O, what to do with it?
Get it Stevie Wonder, Piano
I cut the work in long, nursing home, I know where the grams go
You hear the grammar on that ball lord
I can go Indiana I still k** the game Paul George
You hear the grammar on that ball lord
I can go Indiana I still k** the game Paul George
I body any body that spi't it, I might go to smack the body, everybody a menace
Beasly Im just joking, I"m comical with it
I get p**y behind these bars, Conjugal visit
They told me exercise, I'm getting dough all over
My little brother Izzo doing the stretch so f** yoga
Well welcome home FB, Welcome home big hommie Rhito
Its still free mode, free Hov, its Frederico
Hold up, get me furious I'll check him
Shoot up his maxima, backwards, sirius, AM I XM
I mean I'm I mixture of Pun, DMX and, Jay, Nas and Biggie, gotta respect him
Fred the God, BX I guess I'm the next then, hmm
But real talk I dont want y'all to think I'm wilding
My mixtape is really better than n***as albums
Y'all know I got that bomb spitt, go get Fat Boy Fresh on Dat Piff