Fredo - What Can I Say lyrics

Yo, I wrote this for Billy and
It's a letter to Musc'
How did this life get better
Then get the better of us?
What can I say, darg? My life ain't a game
Darg
These ain't some friends from the ends
These are my main dargs
Look up to the sky, my guy was the one
It's so mad, i ain't surprised that you
Died with your gun
Over there shootin' guys
You love riding for fun
So why do them guys act like
They've been riding on us?
But really, rest in peace, yeah
You just left the streets but I can promise
You won't be the only
One that's gettin' sleep
'Cause they know I got them
Real G's next to me


And they can't even sit still
They move like they're on ecstasy
All them years you been in jail
You never even seen the world
Your daughter's 'bout to be
Born and you'll never get to see your girl
I just turned a father
So it hit me a lil' harder
We done Feltham and Parva, you was
My nigga and my barber, yo
And I sold my first stone with you
I even stole my first phone with you
You know you brought me
'round them older youts
So when you got locked
I felt like I owed to you
What can I say, darg?
All them visit's, all them jails
You know I came, darg
Now the next visit for you
Is in the graveyard
You really spent your life in
And out of prison
Finally done a year free and now
I kinda wish you didn't

I think I'll buy this ice to cover the pain
You know anything nice gotta
Come with the rain
What can I say? Fuck money and fame
Lost two of my members
Now nothing's the same
I think I'll buy this ice to cover the pain
You know anything nice gotta
Come with the rain
What can I say? Fuck money and fame
Lost two of my members
Now nothing's the same

Yo, RIP muscle, really touched my chest
You died just like GDotz
This shit got us fucking stressed
High speed car crashes, tryna duck the feds
I know you had your shank and
GDotz really had a couple pebs
My niggas dying in cars
These feds keep chasin' us
But if we lose this race, it's not a place
It's a cage for us
Remember when we started ordering weed?
My nigga take two, then he's fallin' asleep
You're a trap boy, you died
But your phone's alive
So we sent little bro to hold it down
You know the vibe every thousand he makes
He's only holdin' five
We'll send the rest to your girl and kids
It's only right and right now
It's so hard just to look at your youts
'Cause lookin' at them's like
Lookin' at you, i can't do it
Free Mello, Stro, Sav
All them niggas in jail
Yo, it must've been mad to hear
That shit in your cell
And bro just got nicked with
A stick and a girl
We thought that it was real luck
When they was givin' you bail
But they couldn't prove if the stick
Was his or the girl's
But Muscle knew that in due time
He's hittin' them cells
Well, I guess not, I'm bittersweet
Lost my nigga
Had my daughter in a flippin' week
How you go from being here
And now you're history?
Yo, this thing we call life is a mystery
What can I say, darg?
All them bandos, them cunch spots, I came
Darg now the next time we chop it
Up is in the graveyard
Just like me, you loved the hustle
RIP my brother Muscle

Real shit, RIP my brother Muscle every time
You dun' know the ting
Rest up Billy da Kid, my brother
GDotz, Amro, my day ones
All the fallen soldiers
Free up all the jail niggas, you feel me?
Free Big Ark, yeah, free my darg Sav, MG
Rassclart free my uncle Kelly
Free, free Pipe, free Chip the Flippa
Free Baraki