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Fred The Godson

Legends

 

Legends

(album: Gordo - 2017)


She said she admire my tenacity
How I turn metaphors to a masterpiece
Flow softer than silk brother, Master P
Your favorite rapper's A&R probably mad at me
She said grab a seat, let me pick ya brain
Then she talked about how she don't get the game
How I be in my zone and I ain't rich with change
'Cause I got walking pneumonia, we don't spit the same, huh
Mimic me, they cannot do
Fuck with me lyrically? This is not true
Bitch please, ha, sorry, not you
I know what you wanna hear, and I got you
She want that, double entendre
My wit is making her wet, I'm a monster
Make her charge the credit to the game, she will sponsor
Might make her put two S's in her name like Cassandra

I feel like the new fat LL, baby
(L, what up?)
Lady love me like a legend
She lay her leggings on me on a let in
She lick me every late night, she let Fred in, uh

She went further into the convo
How I single out words, make 'em a combo
Put rappers in they place like a realtor, condo
Til they on point in the defense, Rondo
I have to leave, so
My flow'll kill a whole house
She said her favorite record from me was Monique's Room
But she love my B-sides and undergrounds
And how cyphers evacuate when I come around
She stay saying that she praying for my just due
I don't need tens of millions, baby, just two
Do you hear the shit they told me to adjust to?
I mean as weird as shit, baby, not just you
It's like the lyrical rapper is a cold case
It's like they don't want my talent to be showcased
Ma, I got the bill
We'll role play later, you Lewinsky, just say I got you Bill, ha

done

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