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fredo - training wheel lyrics

[intro: mitch]
you know, you know, p-g gm
“get rich or get recalled” that’s what i’m saying right now
they got me doing recall, get me?
n-ggas got money on my head in da pen
get ya refund
my n-gga fredo, you know how it goes
mitch straight out the penna (yeah)

[chorus]
weh di f-ck dem feel
you nuh see seh dem still ah wear training wheel
one die fi ‘member, say pain is real
you nuh see seh dem still ah wear training wheel
nyam dem food, no, ‘pear kid meal
you nuh see seh dem still ah wear training wheel
but who can’t hear will feel
who can’t hear will feel

[verse 1: fredo]
pain is real and this ‘cain we deal
my chain’s gold, but the hammer is stainless steel
my youngin’ shot and miss, but he’s training still
and the profit come short, ’cause i’m ‘caining deals
that’s why my little posh b-tch stays in heels
i only drive foreigns, these aren’t training wheels (nope)
i won’t stop ’till it’s raining mills’
’cause i’m risking a bird, just to pay these bills
it’s nothing though
and if it’s beef, why you running bro?
i just done another show, invested in another pole (another one)
and we don’t take check, he got it all in his neck
he had to take breaths
no one ends up at the top, you gotta take steps
me and bro booting-up strips wit’ some bait-heads
then we’re going to a show for a paycheck
my whole life’s been a risk, but i don’t place bets
and i don’t play chess (yeah)

[chorus: ratlin]
weh di f-ck dem feel
you nuh see seh dem still ah wear training wheel
one die fi ‘member, say pain is real
you nuh see seh dem still ah wear training wheel
nyam dem food, no, ‘pear kid meal
you nuh see seh dem still ah wear training wheel
but who can’t hear will feel (mozart)
who can’t hear will feel

[verse 2: ratlin]
b-tch n-ggas talking crud on the net
i’ma g, i can never get g-checked
four man, two hammers in the place
f-ck da’ paigon, dey’ know how we step
bullet for a punk in a dance, might wheel it (blaow)
i might hand it and tell the dj “4wheel it”
hitta’s on j.o.g., little pr-cks can’t see me
them n-ggas don’t eat
nah, them n-ggas get eaten (it’s cb)
yeah see, what the f-ck them feel
it’s a “g” thing
i been out spending mad-racks, all season (yeah)
last year in and out the trap, line beating
believe me, i been a trap star, it’s not a secret
i’m iced out, all my jewels straight v-v
mad racks sitting on my chest, can’t cheat me (can’t cheat me)
whole box in the pot, how i’m eating
believe me, i got the block locked, straight t-t (yeah)

- fredo lyrics

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