Lyrics:
We want Freddie for our leader
Freddie is a man of class
We want Freddie for our leader
All stand and raise your champagne glass
Gentlemen
his one begotten son (Hail Mary nigga, run quick, see)
To lead the wild into the ways of the man
(What do we have here, now? Do you want to ride
Look
You got every man after ya
You don't be killing the game, this is a massacre
Clothes from London, makeup Paris
Paired with them hips from Africa
young
Colonizing our minds
And now I'm a woke man dawg
F**k a racist, wealthy rapist
Doing dirt out of a basement
With underage kids
On some Jeffery
of Jacks black label
Pretty soon man you'll be dancin' on the table
Two step three step come on up to four
The girls arrive so we hit the floor
Raisin some
his one begotten son (Hail Mary nigga, run quick, see)
To lead the wild into the ways of the man
(What do we have here, now? Do you want to ride
with pride
Ambassador what's your frailty?
How do you die daily? You rock Sean John
Do you like the ROC? Yes I have me a wife
Her name's Michelle
She
to the artform, no
Things didn't start warm
Wrinkles in time 'til I met
My Tony Starks form
And straightened it out, Iron Man
While some was workin' the
Pots
came from
Born in a world going where they told me I can't go
In my lane, though, I'm in the same boat as Usain Bolt
Get ahead by any means so
get a raise
Not for that gram really got k's
Go ask Big Dee or Boosie Boy Tay
How we kicking shit really be with the shits
Not wit the Fake love or for
will time
Mine too well
The Rolee presidential
Like Obama and Michelle
If somebody want to know let me know
If somebody want the truth Let the truth be
You’re educated, amazing and you’re intelligent
a true queen
I’m convicted you are heaven sent
Girl I cant lie
You got me hypnotized
You’re
not sustain such a lopsided approach to deficit reduction.
You can't reduce the deficit by slashing social programs, military benefits, public service
up man if they chat that wass
Raise mcs they be my kids
Mad, cause i don't have my own dad
Marje raised me all by herself
Looking back at my life I'm
with one I love em all like K Michelle
Shawty hate me cause my temper short but my bread long
Ima stand behind my brother even know he dead wrong
Nigga
to get the dough!
Boom bip BAM here I am
Even fans in Japan be tellin me I'm the man
Fat Joe a.k.a. the woman fucker
Beat you down
put her on to some game
And now she goin' bunny
I can't do a nine to five
My mom ain't raise a dummy
I just can't go on the lick
That shit straight
[Chorus (Baby)]
I hear them people coming daddy (Heads up!)
You better get to running daddy (Heads up!)
They walking through the court man (Heads
to yo mans ain't no ghosting shit
Or it be breakfast on the go, I'm a toast the whip
I keep a K around the camp this as rare as it get
Ain't shit sweet
talk 'bout (brrp)
Eastsyde bad every day
Dismantle yuh face anywhere (yeah)
Car accelerate, go fi dem (yeah)
Bare 'K chop, city raise wid di hell
By a basic standard, you could say I'm doing great
Huge raise at work, plus I got my own place
Business owner, yeah I'm stacking up my own cake
a man didn't want to take care of his child)
(You move on)
(And that's what I did)
(I moved on)
A boy
To raise
At a
Young age
No help
From him
class and ditch it
Now I bully rap, I'm the sh-, f- (sniff it)
Cadillac from a K Car, my a- from a hole in the ground, still can't tell 'em a-part
The mic was passed and that's when I found out
(People from everywhere watchin the show)
(You're intrigued by the way I do my thing)
(People from
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