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Fredo is a British rapper known for his distinctive flow and raw storytelling style. He gained recognition with his mixtapes and went on to release successful singles and albums. With his unique delivery and engaging lyrics, Fredo has solidified his place in the UK rap scene. more »

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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 will 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 life
I lost some niggas that I love, their names 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 tire, 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 threat 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'm DM him he's due to bring some certi in a cell, yo
I sin 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 scale
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' visits for Stro like I'm bookin' visits for Blackz
I'm bookin' visits for LD, I'm bookin' visits 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 hits
No music laid somethin' down, we got another one mixed
And, I got ten jibs to find out where another one lives
And, 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 a 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 take 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 gut

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