Fred The Godson Everything Lyrics
Everything by Fred The Godson
Everything I want, I bought
Fuck what you thought
Everything I want, I bought
Fuck what you thought
Time to bring New York back to life like
We riding all night like
Say I'm next on the mic like
Everything gonna go, go
They say New York is going through a crisis
They flow so-so, they know Frederico is the nicest
Still in the streets with the blam
I use long arms so you reach my demand
Talking about a terror alert
I sell to whoever, whenever, whatever works
See that bread that I knew, now Fred coming through
Blood and crib walking 'cause she red, then I blew
I just got word J done retiring
Right across the street the 9 mm is firing
White kids wanna be firemen
But chain on a dope boy, to us, that's inspiring
Momma stood in the section 8 office
She knew in my block it's my section 8 office
Your music why I'm hating you
You could be Biggie, son, still no faith in you
Everything I want, I bought
Fuck what you thought
Everything I want, I bought
Fuck what you thought
Time to bring New York back to life like
We riding all night like
Say I'm next on the mic like
Everything gonna go, go
I rap my ass off, spit your best rhyme
Louis, Skully,'show the fresh line
9/11 black Porsche hit the red line'
My feet up in Cabo
Load the planes, I'm keyed up like Pablo
This no fucking the streets up like potholes
New range bleed guts, the chalk charcoal
It's not a game but I dare you
I hear you the biggest Harlem names who I'm compared to
Just to stay in shape I move a square or two
And keep a lease to these ceiling, that's when I stay in coupes
I'm on Ciroc Almaretto, drive the fastest'till I crash with the Devil
I need a pass in the ghetto, squeezing Glocks with the metal
Keep a stash in my pillow, the other half with my fellows
Everything I want, I bought
Fuck what you thought
Everything I want, I bought
Fuck what you thought
Time to bring New York back to life like
We riding all night like
Say I'm next on the mic like
Everything gonna go, go
Fred the God, French on the mic
Vado want a verse, New York, what a love
I cash'I ghost ride, I pass words like a crow
Old time, we just got a new maid
Still move the pills, the prescription for the pay
Still move the grills, it's description what you made
Brick under six, see you later
Fuck what you thought
Everything I want, I bought
Fuck what you thought
Time to bring New York back to life like
We riding all night like
Say I'm next on the mic like
Everything gonna go, go
They say New York is going through a crisis
They flow so-so, they know Frederico is the nicest
Still in the streets with the blam
I use long arms so you reach my demand
Talking about a terror alert
I sell to whoever, whenever, whatever works
See that bread that I knew, now Fred coming through
Blood and crib walking 'cause she red, then I blew
I just got word J done retiring
Right across the street the 9 mm is firing
White kids wanna be firemen
But chain on a dope boy, to us, that's inspiring
Momma stood in the section 8 office
She knew in my block it's my section 8 office
Your music why I'm hating you
You could be Biggie, son, still no faith in you
Everything I want, I bought
Fuck what you thought
Everything I want, I bought
Fuck what you thought
Time to bring New York back to life like
We riding all night like
Say I'm next on the mic like
Everything gonna go, go
I rap my ass off, spit your best rhyme
Louis, Skully,'show the fresh line
9/11 black Porsche hit the red line'
My feet up in Cabo
Load the planes, I'm keyed up like Pablo
This no fucking the streets up like potholes
New range bleed guts, the chalk charcoal
It's not a game but I dare you
I hear you the biggest Harlem names who I'm compared to
Just to stay in shape I move a square or two
And keep a lease to these ceiling, that's when I stay in coupes
I'm on Ciroc Almaretto, drive the fastest'till I crash with the Devil
I need a pass in the ghetto, squeezing Glocks with the metal
Keep a stash in my pillow, the other half with my fellows
Everything I want, I bought
Fuck what you thought
Everything I want, I bought
Fuck what you thought
Time to bring New York back to life like
We riding all night like
Say I'm next on the mic like
Everything gonna go, go
Fred the God, French on the mic
Vado want a verse, New York, what a love
I cash'I ghost ride, I pass words like a crow
Old time, we just got a new maid
Still move the pills, the prescription for the pay
Still move the grills, it's description what you made
Brick under six, see you later