Testo Rae - Fred the Godson feat. 38 Spesh
Testo della canzone Rae (Fred the Godson feat. 38 Spesh), tratta dall'album Rae
Late night, candlelight, fiend with a crack pipe
It's only right, feeling higher than an airplane, right?
If you got the change, you get the cocaine the same night
If ever you came right, I'll never change price, come on
Pies was burning, that wasn't nothing new
Then it's Kyrie Irving, just guns my uncle drew
Times was turning, we got semis, we got shanks
Higher learning so once it's a Remy, shoot up the banks (Get it?)
I told this fiend test it, he could sense ten
Now watch me chef it like I went to Princeton
Gloves on, that's what I'm into, utensils, no prints then
Stories, OGs that served Madonna and Prince then
The street's over, nigga, since when?
Twelve hour shifts, nigga, ten to ten
But no punching in, no 401K
But I got money in the streets, you see four O, one K
Black semi-auto, four-O one day
I might ride through dumping (Boom boom boom)
Move pies like Digiorno, I'm running
Could've starred in a porno, still never see me coming
Late night, candlelight, fiend with a crack pipe
It's only right, feeling higher than an airplane, right?
If you got the change, you get the cocaine the same night
If ever you came right, I'll never change price, come on
I'm on the Peter Pan bumping Raekwon
Only Cuban links playing Raekwon
I'm in the kitchen cheffing on my Raekwon
This method made me a genius, I'm friends with Raekwon
I used to trap full time, bringing in pies
Now I rap full time, move things on the side
When I clap, you gon' die, ain't gon' leave you alive
Ain't no coming back to ride, go get even with God
Nigga, the microwave bought the clean V's that I drive
When I cook on the stove, I use three different knives
The way I chef, couldn't believe with my eyes
Made magic with a mic and a bird, dream team in '95
You niggas rap like gangsters, we ain't believing you guys
Spit real life facts, you mislead 'em with lies
Should I rap or sell dope? Shit, I need to decide
Same time, I'm thanking God that my fiends is alive
Niggas know I sold 'em coke and I sold 'em boy
Five cars in my garage, come and haul a toy
The feds hearing all the noise
For a while, shit, they probably got my pictures on Polaroids, trust
Late night, candlelight, fiend with a crack pipe
It's only right, feeling higher than an airplane, right?
If you got the change, you get the cocaine the same night
If ever you came right, I'll never change price, come on
I'm on the Peter Pan bumping Raekwon
Only Cuban links playing Raekwon
I'm in the kitchen cheffing on my Raekwon
This method made me a genius, I'm friends with Raekwon
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Writer(s): Frederick Thomas, Justin Christopher Harrell
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