Untitled Song
• Written by FredoMartin
They aint even close to my level
Its something like approching the devil
How am i supposed to be settled
I aint settling for anything less than those gold mendals
they sayin im killin the game/ caskets, rose padals
if I seea bitch I like/ you know imma go getta
Wait, let me get this straight/ thats your emo
you say you workin/ do you even have a demo
I aint get the memo/ that you can put out a track or two
thinkin you the greatest eva/ nigga we just laugh at you
like a comidian/ no kevin hart
and when its over you wish you had a betta start
and with the woman and money I keep them set apart
neva bitches first homie that aint eva smart
I understand that its rap/ and they havin fun
tell me what ever happed to cats keepin it one
hunnid
goddamn I runit
now that i got it / i dont even know if i want it
now they trynna say whats up now
shit make me sick to the stomach
care about me now/ before didnt care if i plumit
Now tell me what your not about
realist without a doubt
hold up imma give yall something to talk about
not the music what we puff on is kinda loud
snitchin will lead to 40 clips sprayin down yo mommy house
fuck school/ trynna teach us/ but really just dumb us down
dad hopfully you see me/ hoptfully you fuckin' proud
Have a lot to say just waitin on them guenuin ears
in high school stayed smart/ gettin brain from me peers
just give me a year
once im on then the haters disappear
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FredoMartin
Member since November 28 2013