Fredd C. - Fans and Bots

Staring at the pictures from the past
Wonder how long these issues gon' last
Ridin' with the pistol and the grass
Trying to keep my mental out the trash
Watch me triple up my net worth
Grind since I was little off the riddles
Can you tell me what my respect worth
Remember life was simple
Now all of my regrets worse
Ain't shed too many tears since my pop passed
Riding all year with the glock and grass
Moving risky in a rat race
You still gon' be with me on them bad days
Can't knock me out my vibe or my latitude
She hit my line wanna know the after move
Ride with diesel and the flame
On the instrumentals feel my pain
Feel I got no equal on the stage
I can't let my people die in vain
Walking on the edge with the mic in my hand
Can't stop 'til a slice in my hand
Rather have a fan over a bot
Riding with my friends just the grams and the glock
Damn I went and done it again I can't stop
Are you doing all you can to reach the top
Yeah I know a nigga hot
Acting like we cool kick rocks
Rather have a fan over a bot
Riding with my friends just the grams and the glock
Are you doing all you can to reach the top
Damn I went and done it again I can't stop
Yeah I know a nigga hot
Acting like we cool kick rocks
Rather have a fan over a bot
Getting money stash in my sock
Are you doing all you can to reach the top
Acting like we cool kick rocks
I went and done it again I can't stop
Riding with my friends just the grams and the glock

Written by:
Fred Croney

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