Fredo - I'm Back Posted by RAP OU CRĒVE 04 NOV 2022, 14:06 Share this : Share this: 485 Share this : Share this: Subscribe to RAP OU CRĒVE Share this : Share this: 0 LYRICS Part IVerseThere's a lot of murders in my city, talkin' eye for eye, die for dieGirls tryna lie, they're running 'round out here from guy to guy, I triedBut it's clear that me and you, we can't see eye to eyeWhen all that you can really see, is stuff that you feel I should buyYo, why should I?One shooter with me they say, "Less is more"But he will crash off, rest assured, I think it's best he gets insuredThem boys are insecure, say my name in songs to gеt in the doorWhy you think they're mad? Wе're the ones that win the warStep your game or you can't step to Fred, I spend but I invest the breadSo the new Rolex got more baguettes than GreggsThey say I'm clean and how I dress the bestBut every time we pull up on them scenes, always left a messSMS and I don't take no disrespect except for when it's the 'netMy neck looks like crystal meth, the best is what I wish the restYeah, they do it for the clout, your friends are all washedThe day I care about clout's when you can spend it in shopsIt's gettin' sick on these blocks, most of my niggas, they shotThe rest of my niggas rob niggas that shop for shit that they gotI couldn't find 'em so I hit a spot, then hit up his bossWhen I can't find guap, I find a watch and I'm rippin' it offNow I've got all kind of watches 'cause I move the foulestJust put my Richard in a new spot, call it movin' housesI flew my youngins to Dubai, then they caged up the army'Cause they took a couple APs at places we partyPhone the phone, don't ask me 'cause I don't work the orderBefore rap, you didn't trap, it's cap, you weren't a ballerThey think they drippin', but their jewellers really turned a cornerNiggas come around me and they realise, they've got dirty waterGot my mum a spot but I won't post in the houseWhat's all this postin' about?Most rappers buy their people shit so they can post it for cloutWe had ***** scared to go home like there's ghosts in his houseSet up shop here, we're closin' it downNever heard a song where they're tellin' the truthAll that lyin' them boys do, should put some beds in the boothThese days the neekiest drillers, can be online speakin' on killersAnd ain't no creepin' on dingers, and how you speakin' on dinners?A lot of niggas speak but when I speak, the streets know it's realerChocolate girl in my passenger seat but the seats are vanillaTwenty-five thousand a week, that's just a sleep in a villaIf it ain't 'bout Ps, you can't even see or speak to a nigga like meBusinessman, invested in Kick Game and watched it expandI set up shops, I set up spots, I'm not just in the gangReal nigga, so any time when one of my real niggas landI'm tryna help him out with this bag, like he's my nigga's gran'I been the shit since I was a kid, now I'm still the manThe plan was to make millions, I made millions, and it's still the planSkinny nigga push a lot of weight, no, I don't need a handFuck a gym, them new hammers in, got us feeling whamNiggas speakin' my name 'cause they're seekin' the fameBut they ain't done shit, we ain't feelin' the sameBut I bet we leave one sleepin' again, you spend a key on your chainI spent like three, so we ain't the samePJ, there won't be a delayI buss the white gold Prezzi and got the same one in plain, prickGot a plain rose Prezzi and got the same one with rain inNo new niggas with me, with the same ones I came withPart IIIntroOoh-ooh, ohOoh-ooh, ohOoh-ooh, oh, ah-ah, ohVerseI think it's change, I fearI said I wouldn't change but change is hereBusinessman, now I change careerI level up then I go change the gearSo fuck a rainy day, I've got money saved for rainy yearsBut still don't get me upset 'cause I change ya face with my crazy mates that can't wait to change the platesYeah, I came from estates to a place with gatesWhere I was needing the change but there's no change to makeAnd if it don't go one-sixty, that's not my carBefore songs, trappers knew my number off by heartAnd rest in peace to Virgil, I still Off-White hardWhen you grind how I grind, it's a matter of time, it's not by chanceThey got a team but no, it's not like oursGot the game on lock with my bars like all I drop's bicarb'You ever sat down in prison, gettin' letters from a hoe that you don't even know?Tellin' her to spray a little perfume on the envelope so you can get a smell of roseThe little bros love to shoot so I don't ever tell 'em, "Go"But they need it and I got it, then I won't ever tell 'em, "No"I know who killed shh, but I won't never tell a soul, yeahMade a million off my telephone, and made a couple more million pound out here sellin' shows, yoAnd even though the opp block is so very close, for them boys to see me, they need to get them a telescopeAll them chances I took just for the breadFor them to turn around and give me racks, just for my breathI got paid then the pain started to trouble me lessIt's either that or when my brudda put your brudda to restHustling pebsTryna make it out till nothin' is leftAnd go again and again till we run into fedsI don't wear bras, but my chest, it's a double VSI'm tired of jewellery though, it's time to fuckin' investI'm talkin' mortgages, it's got me shoppin' for rugs and ornamentsThis ain't no rap, you know it's facts when I'm talkin' thisYou're talkin' straps, I had more semis than them tournamentsYoung nigga tryna reach to the final, check himOh, you're the type of prick to beg a bitch to stay?I'm the type to spend twenty gibs, on any given dayChasin' money out in many different waysTill I'm dead and in the graveThat's the only time that Freddy will behaveEven your daughter's mum knows you're out here talkin' a lieAll them jewels that I buy, know it's more for the hypeAnd know I bought my daughters' house before I bought any 'bineAnd caught a lot of yutes lackin' before I caught any flight, check itMy dad did in Feltham, taught me to fightNo phones in there, gotta talk through the pipeNow I talk through the micWhere you lose your shoes if you're awkward and shyWhere I'm from the pussies lose, only the scorer surviveRemember times I felt poor in my life, now I'm ten times more than alrightThank the Lord in the lightNow I'm on Lord of the MicMy young boys ride around with their swords on a bike tingSwap that bike for a horse and they'll look more like a VikingI've got loud little white tingsThat fly so much, their skin's browner than my tingThey might be hard but that shit ain't soundin' like my tingBlowin' clouds but you know that there's no cloud up in my blingAnd never try lookin' at my worth on the 'net'Cause Google don't know who I serve or how much work that I getYeah, I knew my life, see a change when I didn't wanna jerk the connectAnd I much rather prefer the respectStill I never use a cashpoint, you should know it isn't thatThey get a room prepared for me when I go into the bank, yoAnd even though I'm out here, still tryna work the blockI'm gettin' eighty for a verse, my breath's worth a lotWhen I want a girl from the States, I just fly them inHe's hidin', flyin' 'cause he knows we're tryna find on himI'm tryna find where you record and leave you lyin' in that studio you're lyin' inTheir burners ain't firin'When my diamonds shinin', they can't help but be admirin'When I got a show, know I can't help but bring the fire inAll that talk's the same reason **** had a funeralThey can't diss me in the streets, G, it's only in the musical Back to: Videos Clips