Fred The Godson

Fred The Godson - 5 Am In Blockwork lyrics

rate me

I’m the truth on the block full of lights

Just a couple buyers

Remember early summers, I open pumps with the pliers

The last couple of years I appeared to be the supplier

Just bein frank like papaya

Pry up, I fix em like MacGyver

The real niggas, even dead

Or they own reconciling, playing survivor

Me, carry a lamas

The 80 is an airfold, just spoke to my mama

She said baby be careful

I got a god range, black squad came

Show you how 52 pickup in just a card game

And that tek spray, the correct way

I’ll make sure they see right through you

Just like an x ray

To be x way, calm with the tents I’m lying

The shit’s intense

They iron me through the fence

Please don’t take offense

Can’t say that y’all fire

Please don’t take offense

These bars got barbwire

God flow, true religion cargos

Heat seekers that follow you and where your car goes

I’m on a grind, y’all know

I’m servinf fiends line after line, the block look like a barcode

I’m kobe bryant define, you jay cargo

I’m balling to the bag, call me bonduelle’s fargo

He said I’m ugly, my bitch bad, stop though

She just get mad, she a trip lime morroco

Rapping against springers, I feel like a fucking ringer

Your distance is disappointing, I just ain’t pointing no fingers

Man I hate and see everything

When we cross path I hope you say anything

You see I’m more understanding, my shooters got the line out

Just call me cannon, these niggas wanna wail out

Chrome will hit yoru shirt holmes

Will make a 2 stone out of your birth stone

Hello nigga sit up, tvm riding, y’all high, to get up

Hello nigga sit up, tvm riding, y’all high, to get up.

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