Fredfades, Maxo - Untitled lyrics
[Fredfades, Maxo - Untitled lyrics]
Yeah, yeah
Aye, it's like three o'clock, my time
Uh, down in california
It’s funny how these niggas hate but
They ain't sparkin' my legacy
That's the main reason they never
Part of my legacy, look
If they look at me now I bet they bet on me
Prolly try to dip up on my cheddar too?
My dude, I eat regardless
I’m so used to what they've been said to me
Niggas hate
I learned that shit a long time ago
That’s half the reason I be rhymin’ tho’
What you think I really do this for?
I love my people but I need my issue
My mama said if you got that bread
White men won't get you i ain’t forgot that
That’s why I need my tissue my paper
Lord knows that I’m getting my weight up
Tryna do my mama some favors
Not have a stress with neighbors
If she need that new Benz
Then Imma get her that
And all these bitches gon’ remember me, Jack
I swear to got they is
On god I probably blow up like the Cosby kids
Tell the captain, copy that and roger this
How I go from not a pot
To piss, to the proper kid
My options endless
Flippin' records like they Pages no Guinness
They can’t fade us
I’ve been here since the beginning
A nigga need his money
Long like Russel Simmons
I swear to god it’s been a
Minutes since I felt this finite
But, I promise you - I won’t
Get washed up with you
Yeah, nice
Aye, it's like three o'clock, my time
Uh, down in california
It’s funny how these niggas hate but
They ain't sparkin' my legacy
That's the main reason they never
Part of my legacy, look
If they look at me now I bet they bet on me
Prolly try to dip up on my cheddar too?
My dude, I eat regardless
I’m so used to what they've been said to me
Niggas hate
I learned that shit a long time ago
That’s half the reason I be rhymin’ tho’
What you think I really do this for?
I love my people but I need my issue
My mama said if you got that bread
White men won't get you i ain’t forgot that
That’s why I need my tissue my paper
Lord knows that I’m getting my weight up
Tryna do my mama some favors
Not have a stress with neighbors
If she need that new Benz
Then Imma get her that
And all these bitches gon’ remember me, Jack
I swear to got they is
On god I probably blow up like the Cosby kids
Tell the captain, copy that and roger this
How I go from not a pot
To piss, to the proper kid
My options endless
Flippin' records like they Pages no Guinness
They can’t fade us
I’ve been here since the beginning
A nigga need his money
Long like Russel Simmons
I swear to god it’s been a
Minutes since I felt this finite
But, I promise you - I won’t
Get washed up with you
Yeah, nice