Lyrics:
a funky ass tape,
I had sixteen hoes,
Suckin' ten toes,
Game from the "O",
An any real pimp knows,
The only love hoes get is what they paid fo,
Gimme
like trying (I, yeah)
But all my real niggas round me keep tellin' me (tellin')
"Kells, fuck that you gotta keep climbin'" (climbin')
I admit it, I
myself)
Talk is cheap so give me that real and keep that path yeah
I pray to God if I fall I land on love and wealth yeah
Oh well
I wish em well
Your cart
it still love, let's rise
Counter gentrify with a smile
Wow
Hip Hop is nearly 60 years old now
chorus
Trying to pay my debts
Society wants my neck
Never ever been on my level
Fuck with Fred you face to
Face with the devil
Raise hell to raise my funds up
Bitch I was raised in the ghetto
Pedal
Fred
Onto the floor
We are easily led
By the music
And the magic
Me and you
Let’s do it up oldschool
Play love by the old rules
And just like Frank
I’ll
my dreams, yuh done know di love is real)
Baby boy, not a day goes by
Without my fantasies (come on, girl tell me what's the deal)
I think about
souls is the real bag
My wife love me, God mo'! That's the real bag
Makin a difference in this world is the real bag
Knowledge is power, read somethin',
kickin love songs you can keep
Give me the boom bap when I kick my rap
No need for background singers and dancers, fuck all that
What you see you see,
a funky ass tape,
I had sixteen hoes,
Suckin' ten toes,
Game from the "O",
An any real pimp knows,
The only love hoes get is what they paid fo,
Gimme
, real world is, only a dream
I love you cat
I love you too
Jour body moved slow and your brain did too
Your mind was wrecked by drugs
I'm glad I don't
Singing in the shower, laughing by the hour
Life is such a breezy game
Love all kinds of weather, long as we're together
I love to hear you say my name
love, you won't get by now
But this kind of love you'll find in the sky
We can feel it up
And feel our love encounters love is real
Say something
see you in my dreams
(I see you in my dreams, you done know di love is real)
Baby boy, not a day goes by
Without my fantasies (come on, girl tell me
to my cousin Mark He went by young me
I got to shot my grand daddy out cause that's a real OG
Ask around the city everybody knows Freddie Lee
And they
I own a mansion, but live in a house
A king-size bed, but I sleep on the couch
I'm Mr. Brightside, glass is half full
But my tank is half empty,
Why didn't you quit
Just being real with you Fred like
I wasn't raised like that
Like I can lose everything bruh
And Ima still scrap
Like that's just
Yeah, yeah real Rx
Yeah walk in this bitch like Big Belly Fred
Yeah yeah
Don't ask me what I did with my advance
I'm a dope dealer, I told you in
on laughin' just so I wouldn't cry
Anyway, he bought blue orchids for my hair
I felt like Ginger Rogers after she lost Fred Astaire
I got by last night
Could be worse, right?
This piece is called 'Gratitude'
My band teacher told me quote-
"Mike, you ain't shit"
But it wasn't until I heard that that I
I own a mansion, but live in a house
A king-size bed, but I sleep on the couch
I'm Mr. Brightside, glass is half full
But my tank is half empty,
money instead
Your girl is on my bed with her legs spread
She can only get five nights call me Fred
Bitch has more problems then a purebred
She cant's
to mention
When Fred was broke and starved
I felt like all of my hope was up
I couldn't find you guys for helping
It was love when, riding sentence
Let me tell you what I told you
Long before I noticed love is real, yes
Say something don't sit there, say nothing
I will try to explain it to you
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