The Session

[Fred The Godson]
My teacher said cross your "T's", dot your "'I's"
So with the F, I cross your tees, dot your eyes
What you think I won't spray y'all
Your soul will leave your army, put your name on A-wall
Y'all can't see me, I dont know what to say y'all
When I ryhmes its like I pull down the blindes, Call it the Ray Charles
Off the record, I listen to y'all thesis
Still remained puzzled I put together the pieces like
You said I'm ugly, You took a look at my bride?
I mean my X was a dime, your wifey could be my slide
True story, These rappers BM, spotted me in the BM
With this white boy, blonde hair, she go possible it could be him
Ugnn, You know we exchanged numbers on the block
You know Gordo, TBM, She was writing me some freaky shit
Should've screenshoted the BBM
When uhm, Why we judging a man on a man?
Thats not what we do
I got the grams coming through
Come get money with this Ugly nigga, I can handsome to you
Its more than that though, I'm more about stability
Even negative possibilities I'm on to that
This beyond the rap, I'm born to trap
You see I'm good with the Brown, thats the shit that got Rihanna slapped
You know, Marlon and Michael, I'm weighing about it
More birds in Baltimore but I ain't Raving about it, I'm jus singing about it
So dont play with him, you get killed by a knife or a gun
Thats just the state i'm in, Oregan is a State
Oregon's a state, Fred the God I swear I'm one of the greatest
But wait, You ever seen Busta Rhymes face, when I bust a rhyme weight
We at a state where nobody got punchlines, I can go without a base
When I spit it melts I'm like a belt, my flow won't go to waste
Taking y'all to school, its college basketball the way I'm spitting now
My shooters, Kansas in a coat, I'm jus whipping out, Fred The God .. chyea!