Lyrics Fred The Godson – Young Gs

Sold coke, I cut the brick cousin
Take note, I ain’t one of them kids frontin’
What you broke? Bet I could fix somethin’
I could put you on ya feet or put you under 6 of ’em (woo!)
Your call, I’m tryin’ to open doors
I’m on the 4th floor choppin’ up Duke in a key, Okafor
Lost floor Christopher, Rios and Wallace
Word to lil’ Sade, these rappers I will demolish
Caught him at the nail salon, he said he was polished
Beat him blindfolded, remember Cedric Ceballos
Told me dumb it down, I won’t, I’m just bein’ honest
Don’t care if I appeal to them, antibiotics
I do this on my leisure, squeezer
Leave a, piece of ya mind right out of ya little caesar
He’s a animal, man who Hannibal Lecter fear (why?)
He write like he in the electric chair
Ha, hey, now compare me to who
Tell ya favorite rapper front, that’s what I dare him to do
Y’all on that hard liquor, ain’t a bar slicker than God, nigga
I’m heartless, regardless in my regards, nigga
I’m ridin’ round strapped
This Fred The God and Freddie Gray
It’s the same, that’s where we at?
We goin’ crazy, that’s what they sayin’ about us
Riot in Baltimore, but we ain’t ravin’ about it
We speakin’ clear, y’all just hear wrong

And if it’s no justice, it be just this from here on
Whatever that’s my time, whatever, I’m on the grind
Gordo, best line for line, BX…