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ended up - grm daily lyrics

[intro: fredo]
(beatfreakz)
yo

[verse 1: fredo]
i got all the baddest b*tches in the picture now
my youngen caught a murder, little n*gga’s different now
but that’s some sh*t that we ain’t never gonna speak about
but sometimes when he speaks, he just freaks me out
all your n*ggas went to college, took the neeky route
little fredo must be blind ’cause he ain’t seen a drought
been out here since young and i ain’t seen you out
kept it cool, i was never one to scream and shout
she wanna leave, man, you might as well just wait and see
i’m on the radio, it’s hard to stay away from me
i done sold every drug out here, a to z
we done sent many thugs out here, a and e
you ever poked somethin’ up and watch him tangle ’til he bleed?
and all you’re really hoping was no cameras in the street
hard times, i put a lot of magic in my keys
but i told my [?], it’s rawer than a salmon in the sea
she wants to go to bed, we ain’t having any sleep
this n*gga wants to talk, don’t want salad with my beef
these hammers ain’t cheap, i spent 4 on a .44
she came in on two legs, now she’s on all fours
[chorus: fredo]
i started in the ends, look where i ended up
we just started off as friends, how did it end in luck?
that’s me whippin’ down the ends, i’m in a bentley truck
n*ggas wanna envy us ’cause they ain’t friends with us
my bad little miss wanna misbehave
skipped school, sorry miss, i’ve been missing days
in jail for a stabbing, now i’m missing bae
come home, go to hatton and drop fifty k

[verse 2: fredo]
yeah, we’ve been riding round the city with them go*go gadgets
i don’t keep ’em on me no more, it’s my bro’s that pack it
when we jump out with sticks, n*ggas known to panic
got ’em movin’ like my b*tch, they be so dramatic
i’m addicted, i got sellin’ [?] habits
i’m the drip kid, my neck got a load of carats
so i roll with rabbits, ain’t no tricks up my sleeve
i got bricks up the street, thirty*two thousand to take it from me
on my mother’s life, i asked her where she get her bum from
say her mother’s side, i guess your mum is nice
my b*tch is flawless but the hood i’m from is nothin’ nice
my n*gga’s touring, that’s why my name’s up there underlinded
i tried cookin’ crack a hundred times before i done it right
that’s a lot of quarters down the f*ckin’ pipe
she’s watchin’ tv in the bentley ’cause it’s fun inside
smokin’ weed in the house ’til i get puffy eyes
[chorus: fredo]
yo, i started in the ends, look where i ended up
we just started off as friends, how did it end in luck?
that’s me whippin’ down the ends, i’m in a bentley truck
n*ggas wanna envy us ’cause they ain’t friends with us
my bad little miss wanna misbehave
skipped school, sorry miss, i’ve been missing days
in jail for a stabbing, now i’m missing bae
come home, go to hatton and drop fifty k

- grm daily lyrics

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