Album Name

Bless His Soul

Artist

Fredo Bang

Genre

랩/힙합

Release Date

2021.07.09

Release Agency

Universal Music Group

Ain't that DJ Chose over there
Look like DJ Chose
Hardbody
Brodie got a body
he ain't tell nobody
He stuck to the code
hope god bless his soul
Right hand on the bible
tell a lie straight to the judge
Just 'cause he ain't never fold
hope god bless his soul
Ain't gotta drive a bag
got niggas do that shit for free
Ain't gotta spend a bing
got niggas do that shit for me
Got a house up in the burbs
but my momma
I'm still in the streets
Know that we be active
that AC that
I'm packin' is compact
Ask around my city
I work that ratchet
I'm livin' what they rappin'
put it out like go go gadget
I put my savage
on even though he active
get a bag and not a casket
I was taught to get it
in my own way
I was slingin' nines up
on that tollway
I've been traumatized
I can't let nobody close babe
Snakes in disguise
told me lies with a bold face
I salute to the real one time
Hoppin' gates tryna duck one time
Kept it real ain't think
of switchin' one time
You hit a lick to feed your kids
but that's fine
Brodie got a body
he ain't tell nobody
He stuck to the code
hope god bless his soul
Right hand on the bible
tell a lie straight to the judge
Just 'cause he ain't never fold
hope god bless his soul
Ain't gotta drive a bag
got niggas do that shit for free
Ain't gotta spend a bing
got niggas do that shit for me
Got a house up in the burbs
but my momma
I'm still in the streets
Let off clips
when we drill shit
clap his dome
With some old heads
on field trips like chaperones
These niggas vaginal
my niggas animals
From the murder capital
where catchin' bodies casual
Keep these angels guardin' me
saved us with a harmony
My daddy saw the star in me
when stars seemed too far to reach
I'm perfectin' my artistry
grew up on the Carter 3
Shoot like we play for varsity
these slugs they hit his artery
He can't be with gang
we revoked him
of his membership
Out here makin' statements
like hes workin'
on his penmanship
Hellcats just for racin'
fuck around
and bought the dealership
Momma look I made it
and I still got all my killas here
Brodie got a body
he ain't tell nobody
He stuck to the code
hope god bless his soul
Right hand on the bible
tell a lie straight to the judge
Just 'cause he ain't never fold
hope god bless his soul
Ain't gotta drive a bag
got niggas do that shit for free
Ain't gotta spend a bing
got niggas do that shit for me
Got a house up in the burbs
but my momma
I'm still in the streets
I salute to the real one time
Hoppin' gates tryna duck one time
Kept it real ain't think
of switchin' one time
You hit a lick to feed your kids
but that's fine