Young Fred - Glory(Instrumental by Estal B) lyrics

[Verse I-Young Fred] Go to see the world And meet some people Make some noise in tha sh** you can be a hero Never leave down n***a try to be important Never look back n***a try to be the best f** all your haters bro tell em tha you're blessed Show your attacks Making good track Smoking good weed Tell em that you work Everything you do you do it big Smoking everyday I gonna be f**ing big Just coming in the game They wanna put me into the lane Money too long And b**hes so far n***as still fake And my future looks dark Can I staring in your face girl (x2) Never never give up girl Never be a n***a ho Motha f**a still fresh man I'm gone [Hook-Good Cat] Tell em we fly And we work and we're reaching succes Tell em we go and we come and we'll know hapiness Man we'll know glory [Verse II-Young Fred] Yeah yeah yeah i'll know glory Yeah yeah I still silky To all n***as fake And to all fake b**hes Money on my mind Keep going n***a dumby Fred is your baby I'm the son of the nature My flow prolific And my style so magic Im a beast I'm motha f**a monster I smoke everyday so call mr the soldier Estal on my feet Good cat on the hook With that team you see fire And the world is my mother Im a motherf**in paradoxe call me vampire Young Feezy in the bulding Son of the rap T-O-G-O big man Erryday erryday oh (x2) Uh! [Hook-Good Cat] [Verse III-Good Cat] Work hard,Play Hard Fame come fast,Now you'll run em all Bro you'll f** em all You the best and it's forever f**ing hoes you're the leader Ever [Verse IV-Young Fred] Ever...uh Hands full of weed pocket full of play dough Good blunt in togo Just call that sh** my play dough Watchin on the rain and they watch me I'm in ricci Call me young n***a louis f**ed by a n***a Pocket full of joint Call woua thinker Bordeaux on my feet Call me wine sneaker Dolce f**ed by a n***a Call me young louis my swagg still speaker (ho) [Hook-Good Cat](x2)