Lyrics Fred The Godson – Intro

Rhymes so crazy, the hood like: «Way to go!
Do the right thing and you should kill the radio»
It’s wrong, don’t even send the song first
First you buy their wife a Louis Vuitton purse
Or get a rapper that’s beyond worth
Take off your Nikes, ask Mr. West can you get a Con-verse
And maybe I can converse
I’m just fixing the stage, it’s for the concert
You know my grind hell, give me a shot
Or I’ll give you one with 9 shells
We’ll let time tell, they now I rhyme well
These A&Rs are comedians like Jerry
Cause everything they sign fell
Again no BET cypher
Maybe cause they can’t decipher this type of writer
Bars heavy, brought the Bronx back cause I’m a fighter
Sorry for being blunt, y’all no match cause y’all lighter
Just found out about me, they way I pen I been a boss
This is Nas’ verse on «Verbal Intercourse»
Jay-Z’s verse on «Can I Live»
Biggie’s «Who Shot Ya»
I got to be the best, look what I did
I went hard then I spit the real
Pulled their card then they skipped my deal
Back to the shuffle, fight for New York to scuffle
The hustle, Chinese bus with the black duffle

The white girl know I brokered her
Got an iPhone but I made a lot of dough on that Nokia
Switch flows, I went over your head
I was told that it was over for Fred
Like Peyton; now they pay ’em side-by-side, collateral
Get it? When you’re side-by-side you could lateral
Still with the addicts, my workers get up early
Like Magic on the fast break, gotta be trustworthy
I’m still with the addicts, my workers get up early
Like Magic on the fast break, gotta be trustworthy
I put my life on the line, it’s God’s call
I’m here like Oswald to take what’s rightfully mines