Fredo - Outro (Independence Day) lyrics

We ain't them bad guys they say that we are
A lot of bruddas want my shoes
They'll never make it as far
I see snakes in the grass
But I'm a lion in this ting
He was talking hard and now his
Mum's crying in this ting
Yo, I've been smoking weed 'til
I feel them feelings go
A lot of people 'round me
So why do I still feel alone?
I ran my money up so high, these days
I can't keep it low
I used to see right through the lies
Now I don't even know

I'm hearing all them rappers saying
"Stay down 'til you make it"
And preaching silly shit like
"Grind 'til you shine" but in reality
Most people in life been grinding for time
And life don't ever improvе
It's like we grind to survive
My first dеal was for half
A mil', at the time, that was fine
But next time
I need a ten when I go sign on the line
What you been doing for your ends?
'Cause I'm providing for mine
The same man that used to plug me
I'm consigning a nine
I've been thinking 'bout Saint Tropez
The third of July story of my life
You speak and I ain't heard of the guy
Yo, them man
They think 'bout hoes when I've
Got murder on mine
Free Melo, free BA, they're my surgical guys

Nah, I don't care about the old days
Who was running the ends
'Cause they ain't do it like
We done it, man, them bruddas pretend
If you disrespect, we're coming, facts
It doesn't depend
I bust my neck down, my wrist down
And flooded the ends
Joe just bought a full pack
I bet he's coming again
Them man got plain Rollies, these days
That's nothing to Fred every six months
I pay a Rollie cover in rent
I done a grow view, got nicked for it
Then done one again yo, they wanna talk
But there's nothing I can say to them
Why they call him Gucci when
His funeral at H&M?
Capping on the net, that's some typical guys
Man can drill you in these streets
Or with these lyrics of mine
It was big fat racks a
Brudda had in my dreams
But I didn't know where to find 'em
Like my dad in my teens

Yeah, we all suffer from
Something round here
But don't happen to sneeze
Man got sick of being broke
And call that trapping disease
Yeah, I've got girls flying from LA
They're packing for weeks
Ten hour trips to fly across the world
And go back on their knees
Had the plain Rollie yesterday
I'm back on the freeze
Bro's on his last three
Going for Category D

Life sentence, that's Category A
We never had shit back in the day
But still miss back in the day
Girl, do you like me or you like
Me 'cause the fact that I'm paid?
I used to know, but now I can't 'cause all
These racks in the way
Nah, we ain't the same if you've
Been slapped in your face
Or done funny shit with feds
To avoid catching a case
You know it's war on the road

A man got clipped down on, corn in his neck
That was awfully close
Yo, they see what I do, they go copy after
Got my youngin shaving heads
Guess he's a proper barber
Heat the nine up in the water
Then it's locking faster
Fredo stays with them bit's
I'm like some Tropicana
They've been tryna drill me out
But tell them niggas to stop
'Cause I don't reply to no drillers
That ain't killing their opps
Blaze niggas up, know we do that for sure
Car like he's 2Pac Shakur