Fredo - I'm Back lyrics

It's a lot of murders in my city
Talkin' eye for eye, die for die
Girls tryna lie
They're running 'round out here
From guy to guy
I tried, but it's clear that me and you
We can't see eye to eye
When all that you can really see is
Stuff that you feel I should buy
Yo, why should I?
One shooter with me, they say, "Less is more"
But he will crash off, rest assured
I think it's best he gets insured
Them boys are insecure
Say my name in songs to get in the door
Why you think thеy're mad? We're thе
Ones that win the war
Step your game up or you can't step to Fred
I spend, but I invest the bread
So the new Rolex got
More baguettes than Greggs


They say I'm clean and how I dress the best
But every time we pull up on them scenes
Always left a mess
SMS and I don't take no disrespect
Except for when it's the net
My neck looks like crystal meth
The best is what I wish the rest
Yeah, they do it for the clout
Your friends are all washed
The day I care about clout's when
You can spend it in shops
It's gettin' sick on these blocks
Most of my niggas, they shot
The rest of my niggas rob niggas that
Shop for shit that they got
I couldn't find 'em, so I hit a spot
Then hit up his boss when I can't find guap
I find a watch and I'm rippin' it off
Now I've got all kind of watches
'cause I move the foulest
Just put my Richard in a new spot
Call it movin' houses
I flew my youngins to Dubai
Then they caged up the army
'Cause they took a couple APs
At places we party phone the phone
Don't ask me 'cause I don't work the order
Before rap, you didn't trap, it's cap
You weren't a baller
They think they're drippin'
But their jewellers really turned a corner
Niggas come around me and they
Realise they've got dirty water
Got my mum a spot
But I won't post in the house
What's all this postin' about?
Most rappers buy their people shit so
They can post it for clout
We had scared to go home like
There's ghosts in his house
Set up shop here, we're closin' it down
Never heard a song where
They're tellin' the truth
All that lyin' them boys do
Should put some beds in the booth
These days the neekiest drillers can
Be online speakin' on killers
And no creepin' on dingers
And how you speakin' on dinners?
A lot of niggas speak, but when I speak
The streets know it's realer
Chocolate girl in my passenger seat
But the seats are vanilla
Twenty-five thousand a week
That's just a sleep in a villa
If it ain't 'bout Ps
You can't even see or speak
To a nigga like me
Businessman, invested in Kick Game
And watched it expand
I set up shops, I set up spots
I'm not just in a gang real nigga
So any time when one of my real niggas land
I'm tryna help him out with his
Bag like he's my nigga's gran
I been the shit since I was a kid
Now I'm still the man
The plan was to make millions
I made millions and it's still the plan
Skinny nigga, push a lot of weight, no
I don't need a hand
Fuck a gym, them new hammers in
Got us feeling wham
Niggas speakin' my name 'cause
They're seekin' the fame
But they ain't done shit
We ain't feelin' the same
But I bet we leave one sleepin' again
You spent a ki' on your
Chain, I spent like three
So we ain't the same
PJ, there won't be a delay
I bust the white gold Prezzi and
Got the same one in plain, prick
Got a plain rose Prezzi and got
The same one with rain in
No new niggas with me
With the same ones I came with

I think it's change I fear
I said I wouldn't change, but change is here
Businessman, now I change career
I level up, then I go change the gear
So fuck a rainy day
I've got money saved for rainy years
But still don't get me upset
'cause I'll change your face
With my crazy mates that can't
Wait to change the plates
Yeah, I came from estates to
A place with gates
Where I was needing the change
But there's no change to make
And if it don't go one sixty
That's not my car before songs
Trappers knew my number off by heart
And rest in peace to Virgil
I still Off White hard
When you grind how I grind
It's a matter of time, it's not by chance
They got a team, but no, it's not like ours
Got the game on lock with my
Bars like all I drop's bicarb'
You ever sat down in prison
Gettin' letters from a ho that
You don't even know?
Tellin' her to spray a little
Perfume on the envelope
So you can get a smell of rose
The little bros love to shoot, so
I don't never tell 'em, "Go"
But they need it and I got it
Then I won't never tell 'em, "No"
I know who killed - shh
But I won't never tell a soul
Yeah, made a million off my telephone
And made a couple more million
Pound out here sellin' shows
Yo, and even though the opp
Block is so very close
For them boys to see me
They need to get them a telescope
All them chances I took just for the bread
For them to turn around and give
Me racks just for my breath i got paid
Then the pain started to trouble me less
It's either that or when my brother
Put your brother to rest hustling pebs
Tryna make it out 'til nothin' is left
And go again and again 'til we run into feds
I don't wear bras, but my chest
It's a double VS
I'm tired of jewellery though
It's time to fuckin' invest
I'm talkin' mortgages
It's got me shoppin' for rugs and ornaments
This ain't no rap
You know it's facts when I'm talkin' this
You're talkin' straps
I had more semis than in tournaments
Young nigga tryna reach to the final
Check him oh, you're the type of prick to
Beg a bitch to stay?
I'm the type to spend twenty
Gibs on any given day
Chasin' money out in many different ways
'Til I'm dead and in the grave
That's the only time that Freddy will behave
Even your daughter's mum knows you're
Out here talkin' a lie
All them jewels that I buy
Know it's more for the hype
And know I bought my daughters' house
Before I bought any bike
And caught a lot of yutes lackin'
Before I caught any flight
Check it, my dad did in Feltham
Taught me to fight no phones in there
Gotta talk through the pipe
Now I talk through the mic
Where you lose your shoes if
You're awkward and shy
Where I'm from, the pussies lose
Only the scorers survive
Remember times I felt poor in my life
Now I'm ten times more than alright
Thank the Lord in the light
Now I'm a lord of the mic
My young boys ride 'round with their
Swords on a bike ting
Swap that bike for a horse and
They'll look more like a Viking
I've got loud little white tings
That fly so much
Their skin's browner than my ting
They might be hard
But that shit ain't soundin' like my ting
Blowing clouds, but you know that there's no
Cloud up in my bling
And never try lookin' at my worth on the 'net
'Cause Google don't know who I serve or
How much work that I get
Yeah, I knew my life
See a change when I didn't
Wanna jerk the connect
And I much rather prefer the respect
Still I never use a cashpoint
You should know it isn't that
They get a room prepared for me
When I go into the bank
Yo, and even though I'm out here
Still tryna work the block
I'm gettin' eighty for a verse
My breath's worth a lot
When I want a girl from the States
I just fly them in he's hidin'
Flyin' 'cause he knows we're
Tryna find on him
I'm tryna find where you record and leave you
Lyin' in that studio you're lyin' in
Their burners ain't firin'
When my diamonds shinin'
They can't help but be admirin'
When I got a show
Know I can't help but bring the fire in
All that talk's the same reason had a funeral
They can't diss me in the streets, G
It's only in the musical