Fred The Godson - March 9th (Warning Freestyle) lyrics

rate me

(Intro x2)

Spit the worst rhymes I've heard in my life

And the greatest rapper of all time born on March 9th

Who the fuck is this? Biggie, it's Federico

(Verse)

You still a king, a (???) got collided with a bishop

It's still o.k., I got the juice now, new body

Tight hoe, the black swerves, since March 9th

I never did like them box suburbans

You're flowing wrong, I study right

It's hard to study when it's going on

I'm incredible. Eight Cuban length Jesus pieced

Hypnotized! 10th crack amendment, just imagine what a brick would buy.

Hey, yo, addicts! I'm Moses walking with two tablets

Still fat boy thrash, the Leviathans on me

Calculating for the hood, 'cause they counting on me

You ready to ride? You want beef or fries?

Guess you ready to die, like some Easter Egg

(Remember when it pay to be nice)

(And we payed to see, remember that?)

(At first, you and Tracy Lee, ...)

It's garbage out, now I'm furious what they make me

Gottta start stacking the bread back to the bakery

Got the aid in here, like James Harden

I wouldn't want to face you here

I'll get you shot in the face, you hear?

Then your dough I must stash like some facial hair

I'll catch a case in here

Twist your fucking whip, my gun's name lil' Ken,

Cause they fucking big!

You know what happens with a manics life

Slow songs, glad as night

In the mornin', but I'm glad it's nine

I'm focused on this bag of white

Fuck if I grab the mike, mah

My balls is too advanced and y'all is scared to dance

Even if we play Monopoly, you wouldn't stand a chance

(Outro 2x)

This in memory of Frank White

Spit the worst rhymes I've heard in my life

And the greatest rapper of all time born on March 9th