Lyrics Fred The Godson – Picture Bars

GORRRDO!

They know what I’m here with
Even if you cop for a long time, we don’t share, riff
(«And you will know my name is the Lord… «) you ain’t the team
TBM, knahmean?!
They know you gettin’ cream, so they come to blast ya
Told ’em all green jacket like you won the Masters, damn!
(«And I will strike down upon thee with great vengeance
And furious anger those who attempt to poison and destroy my brothers.»)
They tell me every verse great
They call me underground ’til I cause an earthquake
Black Wessons’ll make ya nerves shake
Yeah, I talk with the Smith like I’m on first take
… ESPN
Ya girl squirtin’ in the Lex, she in the ES peein’, haha
(«What ain’t no country I ever heard of, they speak English in ‘What’?
English, motherfucker, do you speak it? «)
When P came home, I spoke to Prodigy (Rest in peace)
He told me I was dope, he wouldn’t lie to me
All the legends are gone, my bars are prophecy (Facts)
Might write in the cemetery for privacy
They stealin’ my metaphors, this is piracy
Start a war with ya favorite rapper, start a rivalry, huh
(«You ever read the Bible, Brett? Yes!
There’s a passage that I got memorized.»)
When I’m on the road tend to ask for a loan, why lend it?

‘Cause they know I rap tours like Kawhi Leonard
Only one way to move in war, stay alive in it (True)
I got shooters on call and they wanna ride in it (Let’s go)
I send a ’09 tinted
And have ya ass surrounded like you shakin’ dice with 55 in it, damn!
(«Blessed is he who, in the name of the charity and good will
Shepherds the weak through the valley of darkness.»)
I’m married to the street, get the pastor, get the dress
White squares up to my neck like a pastor gettin’ dressed
Then I passed her the rest
After she finished choppin’ lookin’ like she got some plaster on her breast
Then I’m blastin’ with the TEC, I’m asthmatic, catch my breath
Still got the Cubans in the front like the Mavericks, I’m the best, nigga
(«And you will know my name is the Lord… «)
I’ll NTA pipe here
Boycottin’ the NTA, the only time we fight fair
If you snitch, I’ll kill ’em all
Get half court shot, Damian Lilard over George
Speakin of Damian, we strong
It’ll be a cold day in hell the day me and them get along
I’m rare, aware, which vest I’ma wear
Where we gon’ pull up, hit who, what, where, I fear
No man, neutral, what color flag you wear
On lil brother’s block my niggas bag up there
Don’t make ’em zip you in the bag up there, it’s bad up there
Put money on ya head, they need that bag up there
Shit you say it don’t add up here
A cross look like a plus sign, hope you can add up there, ya know

The best bar for bar, Gordo!