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Frederick
Music and Lyrics by Ja'Rahn Leveston and Gregory Lathe

My name is Frederick I come from Maryland 
Was born to my slave mother, father

And check up on all my family
Make sure they safe from Hemedti
It's a revolution in the truest sense of the word
Swear this shit is really absurd
I ain't

to hit a lick just so I can eat
Then support my habits
Blowing herbal trees
Used to keep the 9 like Drew Brees
In case they wanna act up with me
I put

conscious shit just fit me well
Flowin' through my system since Ishmael
But y’all don’t understand like it's written in braille
I flip the script and spit

This how we getting shit started
I come with a flow that's unrivaled by any
But I come with many mags shoot at the target untouchable to any artist

right up out of hell
So I put my faith in him, the Son, the Father sent him down from above, His love
Cause Him to shed his blood for people, to cover

of emotion where the foulest crowds arouse by commotion
Through a sonic sound I found my devotion
I'm coping with death as of now in this moment
Bound and I'm

Stand by your merit
Fuck the sherif
Hang em to dry
Free all my niggas
Who stood tall
Holding it tight
There's a cost to survive
Are you willing

nigga I'll be on the Forbes list
Grew up by myself cause my parents were divorcin
We slidin in these porches
Ion fuck with the bull shit
Yeah Ion talk

ten toes down
MJ on Motown, James Brown slide through the town
Get it by any means, you ain't lookin' at a clown

I made it from the bottom, my nigga

thicker than the water

I think that mud's thicker than the others
Still be cautious when I'm claiming another
Hurt by my nigga, I love like a brother
Now

Cause this is just outright wrong
How can they be allowed by law to enforce 
in a way that makes our lives hard?
The knee on the neck 
Would see him

heat

In the streets

Where we live and die for beef

In the streets

Hos'll set you up, get blood on your sheets

In the streets

By any means we gon'

more money to spend now
Still going by the laws that were made for the time where the mind don't even really fit in now
Coming straight up out the dark

play his music nonstop
And my girl on his cock, she say she like it a lot
Tough shit Sherlock
I took the hits Chris Rock
Game in a head lock
Yeah I could

seater
I'm with my dogs walking dog stomp the tail to make it bark
They just threw me in the lake and I came out wearing a shark
Like a bape was getting

granted by God
The only one that can take
It away is God Himself

I pray for the mothers and them
Babies ain't got no homes (That's right)
All of my niggas

musical career day by day.

Osings is single, he was born  to Mrs. Irene Wondo (Mother) and Mr. OsingsDidmus (Father). He is the second last born in

though we were deep in sin, you came through The Immaculate Conception
I'm talkin' The Mother of God, in trustin' in Her intercession
And prayin' that my

Billie Jean

The Bates

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the kid is not my son 

For forty days and for forty nights 
The law was on her side 
But who can stand when she's in demand 
Her schemes and plans

you come out, 
So I laced up, and head first, I walked right through that mother fucker.

There's no room to see inside please step way from my door,

game
It's no competition
I know that they hear me
Move over
In a fast lane
Ain't slowing up for these niggas uhh
Did it all on my own now
That's when u

a conscience
my frontal lobe is fully fried
looked a cartel in his eye
said look look, look a cartel in his eye
Lc Lc Lc Lc Lc
what the fuck is the law
Kitty

rivers and dykes
And how I fight the urge in me to wanna merge with the mainstream
How singing feels urgent to me, how I must hold tight to my identity