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freddy will - one more lyrics

[background vocalist]
freddy will, freddy will
freddy will, freddy, freddy, will, freddy will, freddy, freddy, will
freddy will, freddy, freddy, will

[verse 1: freddy will]
i’ve been ya homie for a minute now
representin’ the streets
in the belly of the beast with a murky sound
the big bad wolf that’ll desecrate your legacy
you’re rejected son and no ya won’t be leanin’ on me
how many cats paid their dues in this game?
all you n-ggas is lame
you’re mesmerized by the fame
e’erythin’s hot
got this lane on locked
snitches figured i’d go pop but i stayed hip hop
already told you what it was
from the beginnin’ throw it under the bus
ashes to ashes and dust to dust
i’ve got this, maple leaf
sittin’ on my brim
in some tailor-made trims
while i’m eatin’ with the chief
tell my n-ggas up in franklin with these sharks i’m swimmin’
gainin’ weight across the water gettin’ sparked by the women

[chorus: freddy will]
it’s one more n-gga in tha belly of the beast
blood in my third eye when i put on my cleats
gettin’ money in a nasty way
ski mask for tha cash rope a dope you like i’m c-ssius clay
it don’t matter how heavy it weighs
i’m gone drag it out the bay
cause it’s one more n-gga from the streets
yo it’s one more n-gga from the m-th-4kin’ streets
one more n-gga from the m-th-4kin’ streets x1

[verse 2: freddy will]
yeah, they couldn’t sleep while i’m near it’s pretty serious
dust em off to get em off me, they’re furious
like eddie murphy said, yo they’re delirious
they wait on us
our diamonds be ferocious
chain still clingin’, pant saggin’
i’m way too macadocious in this lincoln wagon
we could drop this like it’s scorchin’
e’erythin’s hot, my suitcase will be ya coffin
but you don’t want that
found out about ancestral demons
smoke that ghetto breed scurry weed
satan please don’t mess with my s-m-n
this goes out to all the n-ggas who got k!lled by the po
tryna make a lil piece from the bread on the floor
they’ve considered me the beast
hooded up zimmerman’s gettin’ murdered
if they told you the least
it’s just my ghetto prophecies from societies with secrecy
from the beginnin’, we’ll infiltrate conspiracies

[verse 3: freddy will]
couldn’t skip the topic
hot like its tropic, sh-t is tragic
kony style we’re gone hit em with that hood magic
f-ck school let em give us a job
graduated from hard knocks bougie b-tches will slob
who’s a k!ller, who’s a snitch?
who’s a n-gga from the ghetto; who’s gettin’ real rich
while he pumps some sh-t?
how soon will you settle?
5. 0 is k!llers, put the pedal to the metal
media will never feel us
gpses on our cellies, keepin’ us in the trap
pulled you over for no reason just because you could rap
reachin’ for a little fame put ya face on that tv
audition for the movie, bangin’ groupies internationally
flights to milan, paris kicked it up in the door
like i was shyne, went to israel or singapore
where they beg a n-gga for more
coped and flipped it like it’s raw
man, you know the folklore

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