Fredo - My Story lyrics

I know consistency is key
But, it's hard to stay consistent when you're
In the mix and consistently a G
I'm still dishin' out them keys
So I'm sorry if you're missin' me on beats
Wanna know why I'm missin'?
Listen to me, please
I walk around town with enough jewels
To change a nigga's life
So I gotta keep a pipe
That'll take a nigga's life
And all them races on my bike
Police chases from the racist in the night
Now, I'm with my niggas racing in Dubai
All I ever done was trap
Then I changed it to the mic'
But this beef will never change
That shit's engraved into my lifе
I lost some niggas that I love
Their namеs engraved into my ice
But, wait, caught some niggas slippin' first
I made 'em pay the price when I was young
Never thought I'd be debatin' on a price
With my youngers
Ready to go take a nigga's life
And when they take this nigga's life
Know I'm breakin' 'em a slice
Turn your block more smokey
Than Jamaican nigga's nights
Are they racist
Fam? Tryna be funny? Or tryna relate to man?
Sixty year-old businessman, tryna
Fist bump me
Instead of comin' shake my hand
Like I ain't the same as man
They judge me in the meetings before I
Even get to say my plan
Plus, every time I hit the booth
My nigga needs a rental car
My nigga needs some money now
My nigga needs a brick on loose
My brother's on the road to jail
And he needs a home as well
Them man just lost a phone as well
That's another rack to Broski's girl
You know the crew's fire
Amount of sticks I lost I could go
And fuckin' start a huge fire
Tryna focus on business and move higher
Still gotta trip and show them who's flyer
Stuck up on the road like a new tyre
You liar meanwhile, them clowns still tryna
Speak on my name but between all them lames
Them boys ain't never left nothin' for
Us to sleep in the rain
But really rappin' 'bout them shootings
Find it cheeky and strange
You can find me where the Ps to be made
Me and my BM started speakin' again
I know she shed a tear, when I had to leave
It was pain
But at least you get to weep in the Range
Sometimes I don't see my
Daughter for couple weeks, and it's pain
But, if I'm sittin' there, every day
My dreams slip away
Then I'll be broke and mummy will be actin'
More funny than she's been when I'm paid
G Dots, it's been a while since I've
Been to your grave
'Cause Billy and your brother died
And it's increasin' my pain
I feel them streets in my veins
Them streets feel it the same
Mum had me at eighteen and
She was feelin' to blame
And, mum, I'm feelin' your pain
But my dad could've been there
Or a fed and Fred would've been just the same
Thought all I need is a chain
Now all I need is a plane
Turned myself to a business
Now it's easy to say
Right now, I'm legally and illegally paid
So, I could quit rap today
Look like I'm streamin' away
So many hoes that I pipe
I don't even know what I like
I just know they don't love me
I need to hold me a wife
So I can settle down and focus in life
Or I'm gonna die alone in this life
With just a whole load of ice
Still the scariest time is goin'
Home in the night
I gotta keep my eyes so open
And wide just in case
They get the lo' on my home and I didn't know
And they tried, that's how we got
The lo' on your bro, he had to go to the sky
Every day, this is really how
It goes to survive, how it goes in this life
How I'm grown
And I still gotta go with my knife
Even when I fucking go to Dubai
I only get peace when I'm closin' my eyes
I used to only wear designer
Now I'm heavy on design
Now, when they're askin' what my
Tracky is, I'm tellin' them, "It's mine"
I didn't buy it in no shop, my G
I get it from my mind
I used to sell my stock in trap houses
Now I'm sellin' it online
And, you can ask about me in Dubai
I'm quite a naughty dude
It don't matter what year it
Is, 'cause every year
I pull up to them clubs and
I bring them back to 1942
And every girl in my section
They get in quite a naughty mood
I got some OGs that got thrown in a slammer
But that's how it can go when
You been holdin' a hammer
Free uncs, last time you was on road
Man they didn't have no phones with a camera
Picture that, I can't stand that
Meanwhile, the feds still tryna take me to
Prison for the way that I'm livin'
They tryna blame me for killings
Go to Kick Game with warnings
Try stainin' my image
First, it was my mum's house, now
They're invadin' my business
While I'm still gettin' chased by these dirty
Little girls that never had a job
And think they're worth Birkin and Chanels
Then Lil Dots hit me
Said a fan's workin' in his jail
And if I DM him he's due to
Bring some certi in a cell, yo
I send so much was worthy for a Hell
But, I kept faith in God
Kept workin' and prevailed
My nigga tried to hide the hate
And once I couldn't hide the cake
It wasn't workin', I could tell
That shit was hurtin' me as well
I ain't got no game
It's my chain that's does the
Flirtin' with the girls and I don't dance
But, I got Cocaine that's
Twerkin' on the scales
Everybody got a story
I just laid it more real
My story was a sad one
But, I changed it for real
My story started in a small house
Exchangin' for deals
Now, the penthouse got three stories
Like Jason Bourne films
From all the pain I ordeal
Only way to ease this pain is by
Makin' more mills and takin' more souls
I'm bookin' visit's for Stro like
I'm bookin' visit's for Blackz
I'm bookin' visit's for LD
I'm bookin' visit's for Babz
I'm havin' meetings with designers
Havin' meetings with stylists
Sendin' money to VD
I'm sendin' money to Trigz
Since I got with Kick Game
Everyone I know wants a couple of kicks
My jail niggas need one for their chick
And then some more for their kids
So many real niggas that come on the list
How could I say, "No" to my brothers when
None of them switched?
Meanwhile, I been workin' on
A couple of hit's
No music, laid somethin' down
We got another one mixed
And I got ten jibs to find
Out where another one lives
And then we're comin' equipped
But we ain't burglin', it's one in your wig
Gobis mum turned in a 38
His mum was a snitch, damn
My little nigga was the son of a bitch
My credit was so good
And that's because I come from the strip
So, before I ever bought a house
I put one on the wrist
I know them streets need Fred's heat back
It's like I battle with myself
It really gets me mad
'Cause if I focus on rap
I'll be a deadbeat dad
But, if I focus on bein' a dad
I'll lose the bread we had
And, if I don't play my role on the block
Then they'll say I'm actin' different
But, if I go back too much
Then I'll go back to prison
My life's full of bad bitches
And bad decisions rap don't last forever
Now I'm tryna handle business
'Cause, I don't focus on these businesses
Then when this rap finishes
I'll be on them interviews talkin' 'bout
Some flowers that I'm owed
Like, allow it, bro, you're old
Real hustlers take all their fuckin'
Flowers as they grow
I'm the type to make some
Flowers from the snow
Spendin' hours at the stove
Now, they give me sixty thousand for a show
I spend a hour then I go
I spend a hour with a ho
I spend a thousand like a joke
You niggas soundin' like your broke
How can I be a good rapper, good dad
Good businessman, a good boss
A nice boyfriend, a good trapper?
I couldn't do it all even if I
Had some powers and a cape
Nah, there just ain't enough hours in a day
I got the Gempar
But they said it takes some hours on a train
I didn't know no one
So I would go shower with my blade
Now, I'm a first-class Emirates customer
You boys ain't never showered on a plane
I got a mountain full of 'caine
My life's gotten hard
Now not to be soundin' like I'm vain
When the price of a Lamborghini car
Is soundin' like a chain
Me and nobody in London is
Soundin' like the same
I never jumped on no one's wave, fam
They found me in my lane
Now niggas mad at me they're broke
Fam that's soundin' like the blame
Now, you're soundin' like a lame
No one ever gave me nothin', fam
I found it on a train
Yeah, you thought that he was gutter, so
They found him by the drain
Surrounded by the grain
You know, they found it in his brain
And bullets in his chest
The streets know we passed
Every time we're put on to the test
Don't invest in no guns
Go and put it in a vest
Snatch a body from his breath
Now we're lookin' for the next
Since 2020 in West, we put it in the best
Three bodies, now we're up to like six AMs
But, we ain't lookin' for a rest
Catch him slippin' when he's
Lookin' for his breakfast
I had half a million in
Chains when shhh slipped up
But, I was drunk
So I took him for his necklace
I shouldn't, but I'm reckless
She said that she likes me while she's
Starin' and lookin' at my necklace
This dumb little lighty don't even know
She's lookin' at a deathwish
'Cause someone's gonna die if they
Try to take these
And, someone had to die before
I could even make these
That's the realest shit you'll ever hear
Them man had to shed a tear
All the issues that I go through
Make it hard on Fred's career
And, damn, my nigga Woo
I still can't believe it's true
I still can't believe it's you
First Billy, then you
Real talk, I can't believe it's two
Still, it only took a week
Or two, pop out like, "Peek-a boo"
Leave a nigga sleepin', too
So, mind out who you're speakin' to
Mind out where you're sleepin', too
Have my shooters creep in through
And leave 'em through
Last three patterns, no one
Didn't even get nicked
We didn't leave a clue this year
I might grab the Rolls like I need a poo
Pull up with a star, and I
Got stars in the ceilin', too
Seven K a month on the rent
You should see the view
I wish Billy could see
It too, funny, sometimes
I don't know where this life is leadin' to
Really, fam, I need a clue
All I know, them streets are a myth
The realest niggas get birded
They find God then preach to the kids
About, "This life isn't worth it"
All them years in jail must
Made them guys forget
How hard it gets when life isn't workin'
No sex, but, you're dreamin' to get
Inside of a German
Went to jail for a stabbin', came
Home and done another one
Like my knife wasn't learnin'
Now, you can get a nine for seven grand
Like it's Birkin I'm grindin' for certain
Amount of time that Sav put
His knife in a person
Thought my guy was a surgeon
Before Cat and Bambi
All my Lycas were twerkin'
I been overlappin' niggas when
It comes to rappin'
And trappin' like the mic was a circuit
Now, the game's full of fucking clowns
Like it's a circus
It usually takes hoes two years to get tired
Of me gettin' all inside of their cervix
'Til they realise it's more to life
Like holidays and nice little purses
That I ain't gonna purchase even though she
Knows I'm nice off these verses
And, my ring and watch is three hundred
Like Lil Durk is
I make shit go happen in the flats
You know what happens with them straps while
You been cappin' in your raps
If you ain't with this pattern
Then move out of the way
All my niggas get it crackin'
Yours are out here to play
They get one chance like minefield
2008, in 2012 my phone was on 2000 a day
Take my niggas out to eat
That's two thousand a steak
Tell them boys, "Try to keep up
" they're two hundred thousand and late
Everybody's a shooter
Welcome to 2000 and fake
Two nights, no cap, sixty thousand a Tape
Ask my niggas Zeus, straight cash
Livin' proof
Nigga, what? Nigga, when? Nigga, who?
Tell me who you did it to
You know what me and my niggas really do
For my nigga Woo
Get it on your door like it's Deliveroo
Or that boy we did it to
Them niggas must be dumb
I got a couple businesses, but, still
My business isn't done
That means I'm comin' for you niggas
And I'm comin' for riches
Let me welcome you to this
This is Unfinished Business