The Session 2

[Fred The Godson]
From the underground to the mainstream rapper, gotta respect the God
Call me the bus boy, I'm a set the bar
I'm I from the Bronx, hip-hop certificate, correct I'm raw
I apologies for my intricate lyrics, couldn't connect with y'all
My coke white like 90210, Why compare
Its like Nine O's, Two 1-0, I mean I knew that was out of your reach
Most of y'all couldn't get it like the galaxy sneaker but a, Thats how my pen go And because my bar stood over your head, kept you in limbo
Now I come around, arguing with management like
All these niggas got smartphones why should I dumb it down
I kill shit like the first 48, 3 sixteens You know
Fed my whole team to the first 48, used to pick up perico for 148
In the drought they was with your ball
So if they charge 3, I got a brick here, rick flair, you can figure four
They believe in me, Even If I die in a tsunami they ain't seeing me
Speaking of believing, just visit my man in prison
They admit saluting me in the VI they know my spitting
And so he sitting, my youth they tryna give alot of time
And through the conversation he speaking about my rhymes
It brought me back to that Jay-Z song
You remember the one, you must love me
How can I let up, tears head up, see if they back them
Break down the word pacific backward, see if I cap em, stupid flow
I'll kill something if the cannon here, super bowl
I will son if your man in there
Popped him in the head, nigga said fuck me
Tell your gorillas is in my jeans to infared monkeys
You know my style spit on you, it'll fill LA when the 40 Cal lift on you
Fred the God the bars I'm repping,Fat Boy Fresh, march or left...chyea!