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I’m Back (Explicit) - Fredo
Lyrics by：Fredo
Composed by：Fredo

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 they're mad
We're the 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 n***as they shot
The rest of my n***as rob n***as
That shop for **** 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
N***as 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 ****
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 n***as 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 n***a 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 n***a so any time when one of my real n***as land
I'm tryna help him out with his bag like he's my n***a's gran
I been the **** 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 n***a push a lot of weight
No I don't need a hand
**** a gym them new hammers in
Got us feeling wham
N***as speakin' my name 'cause they're seekin' the fame
But they ain't done **** 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 n***as 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 **** 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 ******* 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 n***a tryna reach to the final check him
Oh you're the type of prick to beg a ***** 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 p***ies 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 **** 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