The Session 2

[Fred The Godson] From the underground to the mainstream rapper, gotta respect the God Call me the bus boy, I'm a set the bar I'm I from the Bronx, hip-hop certificate, correct I'm raw I apologies for my intricate lyrics, couldn't connect with y'all My coke white like 90210, Why compare Its like Nine O's, Two 1-0, I mean I knew that was out of your reach Most of y'all couldn't get it like the galaxy sneaker but a, Thats how my pen go And because my bar stood over your head, kept you in limbo Now I come around, arguing with management like All these niggas got smartphones why should I dumb it down I kill shit like the first 48, 3 sixteens You know Fed my whole team to the first 48, used to pick up perico for 148 In the drought they was with your ball So if they charge 3, I got a brick here, rick flair, you can figure four They believe in me, Even If I die in a tsunami they ain't seeing me Speaking of believing, just visit my man in prison They admit saluting me in the VI they know my spitting And so he sitting, my youth they tryna give alot of time And through the conversation he speaking about my rhymes It brought me back to that Jay-Z song You remember the one, you must love me How can I let up, tears head up, see if they back them Break down the word pacific backward, see if I cap em, stupid flow I'll kill something if the cannon here, super bowl I will son if your man in there Popped him in the head, nigga said fuck me Tell your gorillas is in my jeans to infared monkeys You know my style spit on you, it'll fill LA when the 40 Cal lift on you Fred the God the bars I'm repping,Fat Boy Fresh, march or left...chyea!