paroles de chanson Ended Up (feat. Fredo) - GRM Daily feat. Fredo

Be free (yo)

I got all the baddest bitches in the picture now
My youngen caught a murder, little nigga's different now
But that's some shit that we ain't never gonna speak about
But sometimes when he speaks, he just freaks me out
All your niggas 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 myself, it's rawer than a salmon in the sea

She wants to go to bed, we ain't having any sleep
This nigga 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

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
Niggas 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 50K

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, niggas known to panic
Got 'em movin' like my bitch, they be so dramatic
I'm addicted, I got sellin' hobo 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 bitch is flawless but the hood I'm from is nothin' nice
My nigga'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 fuckin' pipe
She's watchin' TV in the Bentley 'cause it's fun inside
Smokin' weed in the house 'til I get puffy eyes

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
Niggas 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 50k