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letra de rae - fred the godson

[chorus: fred the godson]
late night, candlelight, fiend with a crackpipe
it’s only right feelin’ higher than an airplane, right?
if you got the change, you get the cocaine the same night
if ever you came right, i’ll never change price
come on

[verse 1: fred the godson]
pies was burnin’, that wasn’t nothin’ new (nothin’ new)
then it’s kyrie irving, just guns, my uncle drew (woo)
times was turnin’, we got semis, we got shanks
higher learnin’ so [?] remy shoot up the banks (get it?)
i told this fiend, “test it,” he could sense ten (ten)
and watch me chef it like i went to princeton
gloves on, that’s what i meant to you, utensils, no prints then (nah)
stories, o.g.s that served madonna and prince then (wow)
the streets over, n-gga, since when?
twelve-hour shifts, n-gga, ten to ten
but no punchin’ in, no 401k
but i got money in the streets, you see 4 or 1 k (woo)
black semi-auto, four o one day
i might ride through dumpin’ (boom-boom-boom)
move pies like digorno, i’m runnin’
could have starred in a p-rno still never see me comin’

[post-chorus: fred the godson & 38 spesh]
i’m on a peter pan bumpin’ raekwon (huh)
only cuban linx playin’ raekwon (let’s go)
i’m the kitchen cheffin’ on my raekwon (right)
this method made me a g*nius, i’m friends with raekwon

[verse 2: 38 spesh]
i used to trap full-time (time), bringin’ in pies (huh)
now i rap full-time (time), move things on the side (woo)
when i clap, you gon’ die (die), ain’t gon’ leave you alive (uh uh)
ain’t no comin’ back, the ride, go get even with god (let’s go)
n-gga, the microwave bought the clean v’s that i drive (huh)
when i cook on the stove, i use three different knives (three)
the way i chef, couldn’t believe with my eyes (uh uh)
made magic with a bird, dream team in ’95
you n-ggas rap like gangstas, we ain’t believin’ you guys (uh uh)
spit real-life facts, you mislead ’em with lies
should i rap or sell dope? sh-t, i need to decide
same time, i’m thankin’ god that my fiends is alive (woo)
n-ggas know that i sold ’em coke and i sold ’em [?]
five cars in my garage, comin’ home to [?] (uh)
the feds hearin’ all the noise (huh)
for a while, sh-t, they probably got my pictures on polaroid, trust

[post-chorus: fred the godson]
i’m on a peter pan bumpin’ raekwon
only cuban linx playin’ raekwon
i’m the kitchen cheffin’ on my raekwon
this method made me a g*nius, i’m friends with raekwon

- fred the godson

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