One Time - Fred The Godson, Friday October

I’m feeling like a Houston Texan

Shawty on the phone immature, like Marcus Houston texting

Lord, I never said I was getting a Ford

I said that I was copin some shit that they can’t afford

It’s funny now, Fred The God they can’t ignore

They use to try and sleep, but now I don’t hear em snore, morning

The fold just inside the coffee maker

If you in a rush, a little coffee cake I bought you here

TVM deadly, The God pin heavy

Bars is murder rough is burger, I’ve been ready still the beef

Ask around about Frederico

Eyes ball be ball molly, you credit chica

You see Arsonist, he carved me this beat because I hardly spit shit,

I mean it’s obvious

I sprinkle lyrics on the audience

And now they all intense, Fred

One shot for niggas ducking one time

Two shots for niggas on the front line

Moving pounds of that raw

In front the corner store, minus side a nigga more (?), let’s go

One shot for niggas ducking one time

Two shots for niggas on the front line

Yeah, where them youngins raised different

Little niggas 16 with the K’s raise hitting

I got a deathrow flow, they took nine and everything you saw

Hope sugar hill like Romelo we ain’t yellow go

Go shook with hill, go mellow sugar hill

And all you niggas that got it I’m glad you know the skill

And if you don’t, you got some catching up

Rappers, for you elevators ears (?) you gotta step it up

Elevator step it up, fuck it, I’ll rap regular

I put my heart on these beats I’m irregular

I’m captivating, when our rap is making

Your mind activating, welcome to graduation

So listen in how hard I’m spittin

You can take a lot from this mike like you Robin Givens

I spit dough, and ya’ll bars is just amountin the cliff notes

Look, they want the full blown story

Of Fred The God and ya’ll got nothing for me