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Fred The Godson

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(álbum: Fat Boy Fresh - 2014)


[Fred The Godson:]
Part of me spitting cause I was poverty stricken
Mother had six of us in the Bronx where we lived in
Baby brother new addition, listen, Michael Bibbens
Teacher look me in my eye to stop my criminal vision
Bread below average, station wagon is batted
These were the wonder years that made Fred savage
Passage, I would try to establish status that's high
If I crash as a rapper don't matter, long as I ride
Poppa and momma in Florida always having a daughter
She can play with my daughter, because of this I will slaughter
With a sawed off solder something shorter
I swore to the spirits that follow me everyday
When I pray, I'm hoping you hear it
It appears that these bloody tears drip
While I'm standing on the stairs stiff
Some put in work more than others
Maybe we'll share shifts
Just some thoughts with y'all wanted to share with

[Raelis:]
I remember when I wasn't worth nothing
Couldn't take it no more, I'm living for something
Daddy didn't believe in me, but I finally made it out
Now I'm something to talk about, I just know I made momma proud

[Fred The Godson:]
Grandma memory, ain't what it used to be
Frustrated, my mind travel, imagine the commute can be traffic
Graphic drastic. I get distracted, can't spit when I crafted
Empty caskets and catholic churches
A verse is my negative surroundings
Like my uncle Dod, they told me to stay from 'round him
Grand mother, shit, it's like she was psychic
Terrorized the block when he died, I know he liked it
Life is precious, gotta be well
Gotta be aware of who what and where
I've seen the best dolla, best lock up, I got that pick
On Instagram, with my brother Hov draft pics
I talked to FB the other day
Cause the lease day February, he'll be on his way
While my brother hold the fences, Feds is tryna slay
The streets miss you my nigga, let us pray

[Raelis:]
I remember when I wasn't worth nothing
Couldn't take it no more, I'm living for something
Daddy didn't believe in me, but I finally made it out
Now I'm something to talk about, I just know I made momma proud

I made momma proud
I made it
Yeah, I made it
I made momma proud
I made momma proud
I made it
Yeah, I made it

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