#Fredo




All my brothers, them make doe

All my brothers sell Yayo

All my brothers insane yo

All your brothers like Fredo

X2




Money is the motive,

Sitting in my mummy's ovaries

I was plotting on the dough b,

Clucking for a Roley,

Looking for a chick that will suck it and fuck it,

And she barely even know me,

Brother it's lonely.

When ya living at the bottom and pops don't wanna know me.

So I'm plotting with my co-d's.

First we went out robbing now I'm shotting to my own peeps.

Went Mosque to link God guess what.

not GOD don't wanna know me,

but I'm familiar with the money thats my homie,

And I did it for the money not the phoney,

Not the Gucci or the ABERCROMBIE.

Please go tell my ma sorry, sheeps don't drive no Ferrari ugh.







All my brothers, them make doe

All my brothers sell Yayo

All my brothers insane yo

All your brothers like Fredo

X2







Black out on the flow when I smoke spliffs,

Now I'm back on the road in a focus,

I would sleep in the back, I were homeless,

Dreaming of the racks n the Rolex.

Scheming on the game like giggs,

Only one who really know our name is pigs,

The only one who really knows the pain's the strips,

And these days there's a whole lotta man tryna claim that shit.

So they talk about the game never played it,

I was all about the game I was baded,

Jewels around my chain, I was jaded.

I pulled out the game n concentrated on the flow.

Now the money comes slow, but the props don't.

Gal stop me on road but the Feds don't .

If they do, it's only cos I puff draw.

About the petty little laws, don't give a fuck yo.




All my brothers, them make doe

All my brothers sell Yayo

All my brothers insane yo

All your brothers like Fredo

X2




Chillin with no fake friends,

Give a fuck about no pagans,

We only wanna make ends

Yeah we only wanna make ends




Give a fuck about no pagans,

Chillin with no fake friends,

We really wanna make ends



Yeah we only wanna make ends