[Fred The Godson]
Was in the barbershop talking 'bout Donald Sterling let me know
The Owner of the Clippers
Funny because my barber too, he's the owner of some clippers
Everybody heard the shots you know the racial pellets
The phone call was clear as a diamond even Lisa Raye she'll tell it
I mean he was talking about Magic
So he was talking about Jordan, LeBron, Kobe, even Miller was a killer then
So let's mill her backwards and reel em' in
Nah nah nah, two wrongs don't make a right
But to the commissioner don't take too long let's make it right
Back to me
The Bronx, the flow bonkers, who bars realer?
I came to conquer
I'm a monster, I'm Fred the God-zilla
Rappers I know you hear me
It's clear I'm smarter on words
I'm Mark Wahlberg, that's why you fear me?
I mean secretly y'all loving me
All y'all you can do is scratch ya's heads and stutter me
Knowing ya' can't fuck with me
Fat Fresh n***a
In this order, my bitch a dime, pretty daughter
Her grandparents got a big crib in Florida
So I'm-
N***a I'm Valid
I'm eating salad, Bleu cheese dressing
I spend dough on clothes, I blew cheese dressing
See the swag on 'em, no need to address
Shorty send me your address, I might send you a dress, shit
Off the record
Wondering why Ron Artest changed his name to Metta for
And why with a metaphor I'm nothing you ever met before
I sold drugs in front of a supermarket that was called Met Before
My Uncle sold to Darryl strawberry that was a met before
They want me to break it down
Remind me of math class the way I flow a verse
I mean I always had the answer
Teacher wanted long division like Frederic show me the work
Like it's Cartier wrist wear
I knew y'all was gon' love it
I told my jeweler like God told Noah, I'ma flood it
Fuck it, you know I spit the most
I ain't taking the bar to far I need y'all to listen close
Fatboy Fresh the mixtape, got Fatboy Fresh shirts
And Fat boy gon' stay fresh 'til y'all put Fat boy in the dirt
Gordo