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Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Freddie Dredd
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
James Patrick Taylor
Songwriter
Ryan Mitchel Chassels
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Ryan C
Producer
Chris Athens
Mastering Engineer
Lyrics
This- this is deep but what is real, Freddie gonna make a-
This- this is deep but what is real, Freddie gonna make a-
This- this is deep but what is real, Freddie gonna make a-
This- this is deep but what is real, Freddie gonna make a-
Bo- Bounce from the sound of my Glock
Aiming at your top, gonna see your body flop
Watch me cock it back, gonna have a heart attack
Scary motherfucker named Fred, I am back
Leave you into pieces, chop it up, in the kitchen
Cooking up some dope, with the smoke, I ain't tripping
Not about the fame, now please just go away
Ima ruin your day, if you step into my lane
Mopped up all the grease, see you bitches in the street
You's a parasite I see, see you in your fucking dreams
Ima beat you on the floor, now come and get some more
Now Freddie in your home, now go and close the door
This- this is deep but what is real, Freddie gonna make a-
This- this is deep but what is real, Freddie gonna make a deal
This is deep but what is real, Freddie gonna make a deal
Slap your head you see the bread, blood stains on your bed
This- this is deep but what is real, Freddie gonna make a-
This- this is deep but what is real, Freddie gonna make a deal
This is deep but what is real, Freddie gonna make a deal
Slap your head you see the bread, blood stains on your bed
Where you stay, in your room, cock it back and hear the boom
Deep inside the devil's tomb, stuck in silence with the goon
Feel the wrath of Satan's path, you's a bitch you make me laugh
Can't undo what has been done, you fuck around you will be hung
Oh? You want to see me now, I will end you in the crowd
Sippin' 40's, smoking loud, what the fuck do you need hoe
Hoe, what the fuck, mane sniffin' on some cocaine
'Bout to fry my fucking brain, think I'm 'bout to go insane
In the mood for a stain, I go psycho with the pain
Gonna force to kill yourself, suffer slow or end it now
This is deep but what is real, Freddie gonna make a deal
Slap your head you see the bread, blood stains on your bed
Writer(s): James Patrick Taylor, Freddie Dredd
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