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will resent us in the end
Oh these echoes of mine
They don't exactly go away
When I go back to sleep
I need a melatonin please
Oh these echoes of mine

Free Fred that boy was out in the hood, then he got took (Free em)
My district got old and shook, catch them boys they fold like books
Fourteen when I

don't end
She ride my 808's like I never left the 213
Bouta smash no cash
Bitches back to back
Not fast
3 round minimum for every pussy
I stay up in 'em

Fuck nigga named bruce mane he reckless
Keep talking this shit going to get hectic
We going to pop him and leave his ass headless
Finna do a drive by in

dabble, I'd rant and I babble
That I would get sober in time, I get over it
I win the battle, like lassoing cattle
I'm back in the saddle, my mind was too

Conflict

Royal Flush

Ghetto Millionaire

1997

blast off just like a jet pack
To crack the barrel, Pacino through over dowel
Just get a title, find ya life blazin' in the saddle
Knowin half

my helmet on my hair
Sword in my right hand now every enemy beware

I defend my Kingdom by all means
Bastards won't even lay an eye, let alone'll

baggage, but
Nothing that I do feels like it's working, I'm passed that
It's just time to take what's mine, fuck it load up the bag
Back in the saddle, took

Got my mind stuck back to pimpin'
Limpin' in my thoughts I'm trippin'
Trippin' am I high or timid
Flippin' the words like pancakes in the kitchen

on the table in a nonchalant manner
My brethren looked at me like a told you so
We sat down to have a look
As expected It was as empty as my hope of getting back

I cannot be stressed
My head in the game, I'll show my effect
I'll say it again Fred Lima is blessed
Talking is cheap, come show me your best
Talking

say, I say, I say to my miss, she call me God, she be trippin'
But I be trippin' 'cause I don't see enough God in me there to listen
Nah, it's

great big world, they’d get their lives on track
Those city slickers never knew they wouldn’t be coming back

Fred did the weather on channel 10 and Paul

spoken
And you can tell it’s me by medals I wear
Writin' musical verses in an electrical chair
Any last words before they flip the switch
Y-Gen to the end

the people talk about
Demintid's in the house spittin' blood
As demons dance around
Rotten corpse stacker from the murder masher
Fite Back
Fearless Fred Fury

me
Cause I fucked all the dispatch
Bitch, call me Queer Eye
If you think I'm lookin' mismatched

Come in for a crotch shot
Upper cut a hot twat!
You be

banging your Aunt Samantha in the back a the dance club
And the deliveries won't stop until the fucking sun comes up
Your sister's fucking fun to fuck,

I'll make that body talk
I'm not good at conversation but I'll make that body talk

Step back
Let me get a view of everything that you got packed
I don't

You look mighty cute in them jeans!"
This had to be the most
Embarrassing thing in the world
My whole neighborhood was watchin me get
Beat up by a girl

nigga Fred Wreck with a G in the seat (ya know) 
To make it complete (uh huh), cookin the beat (woo) 
Takin' it back down Parliament Street 
Look

talk about it
Get off my back, bitch
Ridin' through the city
Cops be on our asses (Yeah)
We don't know when asked what happened
Leave you permanently

serving packs
You would of thought he was Chris Paul dropping them dimes

3hots a cot when is it gon stop
Wasa made man
Came a long way from trapping in

serving packs
You would of thought he was Chris Paul dropping them dimes

3hots a cot when is it gon stop
Wasa made man
Came a long way from trapping in

Never

Fredo

Tables Turn

2018

Yo I never switch up
They smile in my face, but it's never been love
They're hating on Fred, but they never been cunch
Best check yourself, before