Fredd C. - 1800

1800 in my Minute Maid
If it ain't 100 I don't imitate
Serving eighths and onions man I went astray
For the sake of hustlin' got me on the stage
Jumping in the crowd with my gold necklace
Up now remember when it so was hectic
Went from court dates to these showcases
'Til I got Porsche waiting I got no patience
Coming live from Kentucky
On my grind serving pine to the public
I just wanna shine from the gutta
Remember when I was low
Tryna get these tracks out
Now I'm rappin' at the show
And it's packed out
Never wanted be like you bro
I'm gotta stand out
Grab the beat and take my flow
And leave it stamped out
Remember the whole crowd
Walked away from me
I told myself no
That can't be me again
When I'm in that zone
I cannot see defeat again
She text my phone say leave me alone
We'll never speak again
Only thing on my mind is blow
Don't need distractions anyway
Spending my time on the go
Trappin' for my pay
Rappin' on the stage never seen the 12th grade
Always on a wave
Can't do no minimum wage
All my role models never settle
Push it full throttle to the pedal
Self made nigga I got medals across my chest
Bass and treble relieving stress
Tryna boost my level out the Lex
Counting blessings
Yeah I got the devil in distress
Acting like you was with me in the trenches
Still moving shifty taking risks
1800 in my Minute Maid
If it ain't 100 I don't imitate
Serving eighths and onions man I went astray
For the sake of hustlin' got me on the stage
Jumping in the crowd with my gold necklace
Up now remember when it so was hectic
Went from court dates to these showcases
'Til I got Porsche waiting I got no patience

Written by:
Fred Croney

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