My Story
Fredo
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I know consistency is key But it's hard to stay consistent, when you're in the mix and consistently a G I'm still dishin' out them keys, so I'm sorry if you're missin' me on beats Wanna know why I'm missin'? Listen to me, please I walk around town with enough jewels to change a nigga's life So I gotta keep a pipe that will take a nigga's life And all them races on my bike, police chases from the racist in the night Now, I'm with my niggas racing in Dubai All I ever done was trap, then I changed it to the mic' But this beef will never change, that shit's engraved into my life I lost some niggas that I love, their names engraved into my ice But, wait, caught some niggas slippin' first, I made 'em pay the price When I was young, never thought I'd be debatin' on a price With my youngers, ready to go take a nigga's life And, when they take this nigga's life, know I'm breakin' 'em a slice Turn your block more smokey than Jamaican nigga's nights Are they racist, fam? Tryna be funny? Or tryna relate to man? Sixty-year-old businessman, tryna fist bump me, instead of comin' shake my hand Like I ain't the same as man, they judge me in the meetings before I even get to say my plan Plus, every time I hit the booth, my nigga needs a rental car My nigga needs some money now My nigga needs a brick on loose My brother's on the road to jail, and he needs a home as well Them man just lost a phone as well, that's another rack to Broski's girl You know the crew's fire, amount of sticks I lost I could go and fuckin' start a huge fire Tryna focus on business and move higher Still gotta trip and show them who's flyer Stuck up on the road like a new tire, you liar Meanwhile, them clowns still tryna speak on my name But between all them lames, them boys ain't never left nothin' for us to sleep in the rain But really rappin' 'bout them shootings, find it cheeky and strange You can find me where the Ps to be made Me and my BM started speakin' again I know she shed a tear, when I had to leave, it was pain But at least you get to weep in the Range Sometimes I don't see my daughter for couple weeks, and it's pain But if I'm sittin' there, every day, my dreams slip away Then I'll be broke and mummy will be actin' more funny than she's been when I'm paid G Dots, it's been a while since I've been to your grave 'Cause Billy and your brother died, and it's increasin' my pain I feel them streets in my veins, them streets feel it the same Mum had me at eighteen and she was feelin' to blame And, mum, I'm feelin' your pain But my dad could've been there Or a fed and threat would've been just the same Thought all I need is a chain, now all I need is a plane Turned myself to a business, now it's easy to say Right now, I'm legally and illegally paid So, I could quit rap today, look like I'm streamin' away So many hoes that I pipe, I don't even know what I like I just know they don't love me, I need to hold me a wife So I can settle down and focus in life Or I'm gonna die alone in this life with just a whole load of ice Still, the scariest time is goin' home in the night I gotta keep my eyes so open and wide Just in case they get the lo' on my home and I didn't know And they tried, that's how we got the lo' on your bro, he had to go to the sky Every day, this is really how it goes to survive, how it goes in this life How I'm grown, and I still gotta go with my knife Even when I fucking go to Dubai, I only get peace when I'm closin' my eyes I used to only wear designer, now I'm heavy on design Now, when they're askin' what my tracky is, I'm tellin' them, "It's mine" I didn't buy it in no shop, my G, I get it from my mind I used to sell my stock in trap houses, now I'm sellin' it online And, you can ask about me in Dubai, I'm quite a naughty dude It don't matter what year it is 'Cause every year I pull up to them clubs and I bring them back to 1942 And every girl in my section, they get in quite a naughty mood I got some OGs that got thrown in a slammer But, that's how it can go when you been holdin' a hammer Free uncs, last time you was on road, man, they didn't have no phones with a camera Picture that, I can't stand that Meanwhile, the feds still tryna take me to prison for the way that I'm livin' They tryna blame me for killings Go to Kick Game with warnings, try stainin' my image First, it was my mum's house, now, they're invadin' my business While I'm still gettin' chased by these dirty little girls that never had a job And think they're worth Birkin and Chanels Then Lil Dots hit me, said a fan's workin' in his jail And if I'm DM him he's due to bring some certi in a cell, yo I sin so much was worthy for a Hell But, I kept faith in God, kept workin' and prevailed My nigga tried to hide the hate, and once I couldn't hide the cake It wasn't workin', I could tell That shit was hurtin' me as well I ain't got no game, it's my chain that's does the flirtin' with the girls And I don't dance, but I got Cocaine that's twerkin' on the scale Everybody got a story, I just laid it more real My story was a sad one, but I changed it for real My story started in a small house, exchangin' for deals Now, the penthouse got three stories, like Jason Bourne films From all the pain I ordeal, only way to ease this pain is by makin' more mills and takin' more souls I'm bookin' visits for Stro like I'm bookin' visits for Blackz I'm bookin' visits for LD, I'm bookin' visits for Babz I'm havin' meetings with designers, havin' meetings with stylists Sendin' money to VD, I'm sendin' money to Trigz Since I got with Kick Game, everyone I know wants a couple of kicks My jail niggas need one for their chick and then some more for their kids So many real niggas that come on the list How could I say, "No" to my brothers when none of them switched? Meanwhile, I been workin' on a couple of hits No music laid somethin' down, we got another one mixed And, I got ten jibs to find out where another one lives And, we're comin' equipped, but we ain't burglin', it's one in your wig Gobis mum turned in a .38, his mum was a snitch, damn My little nigga was the son of a bitch My credit was so good, and that's because I come from the strip So, before I ever bought a house, I put one on the wrist I know them streets need Fred's heat back It's like a battle with myself, it really gets me mad 'Cause if I focus on rap, I'll be a deadbeat dad But, if I focus on bein' a dad, I'll lose the bread we had And, if I don't play my role on the block, then they'll say I'm actin' different But, if I go back too much, then I'll go back to prison My life's full of bad bitches, and bad decisions Rap don't last forever, now, I'm tryna handle business 'Cause I don't focus on these businesses then when this rap finishes I'll be on them interviews talkin' 'bout some flowers that I'm owed Like, allow it, bro, you're old Real hustlers take all their fuckin' flowers as they grow I'm the type to make some flowers from the snow Spendin' hours at the stove Now, they give me sixty thousand for a show I spend a hour then I go, I spend a hour with a ho I spend a thousand like a joke, you niggas soundin' like your broke How can I be a good rapper, good dad, good businessman A good boss, a nice boyfriend, a good trapper? I couldn't do it all even if I had some powers and a cape Nah, there just ain't enough hours in a day I got the Gempar, but they said it take hours on a train I didn't know no one, so I would go shower with my blade Now, I'm a first-class Emirates customer You boys ain't never showered on a plane, I got a mountain full of 'Caine My life's gotten hard, now not to be soundin' like I'm vain When the price of a Lamborghini car is soundin' like a chain Me and nobody in London is soundin' like the same I never jumped on no one's wave, fam, they found me in my lane Now niggas mad at me they're broke, fam that's soundin' like the blame Now, you're soundin' like a lame No one ever gave me nothin', fam, I found it on a train Yeah, you thought that he was gut
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