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Singles


Artist: Fred Money
Total songs: 2
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  1. Uptown
  2. New Slaves Freestyle

New Slaves Freestyle Lyrics - Singles - Fred Money

[Verse 1: Fred Money] 

I was raised in the era when 

Getting money niggas was paid off of heroin 

Nowadays, they in jail or going broke 

Hot as hell, that's a fact -- watch you rat on they folks 

I say what broke nigga raised 'em? 

Where's the loyalty in this game? 

Been doing ice for years, you just met David Blaine 

What you want? A Rollie, cuban link, a big ring? 

All these rap cats wearing the same thing 

Talking this riff, but only a few change 

Black whip, that's that mussain, nigga 

I'm too paid 

 

[Hook: Fred Money] 

You see, there's leaders and there's followers 

I'm too busy getting chips to acknowledge ya 

You see, there's leaders and there's followers 

I'm too busy getting chips to acknowledge ya 

 

[Verse 2: J.R. Writer] 

I'm from the era of the crack 

Different level kinda rap 

My competitor is wack 

He can never get a track 

I'm a veteran, it's evident 

I'm better than you cats 

Nigga better than, it's light 

Thomas Edison know that 

When I rap, you can tell 

Little bit of Big, little bit of L 

Little bit of Pac, little bit of Pun 

You don't like my shit? You can go to hell 

Hold up -- I'm here, though 

Snapping on you zeros 

Sorry to tell you, but your favorite rapper is a weirdo 

Yeah, I'm bar-for-bar the best 

It's the Harlem threat 

Sickening, tell them God it's chess 

I put the song to rest 

Your lady fam said she dig it, R is fresh 

Wanna take her hands and dig in my Armani sweats 

Keep that broad in check 

Who said he wanna spar with death? 

Shhhh -- it's quiet when I'm on the set 

Them bitches that you want 

I hit 'em when I want 

Getting in the jump off of Henny and a blunt 

Jodeci, got my diamonds singing all at once 

She know it's me, black Mercedes sprinter in the front 

Chump, look me up -- ain't no hotter with the pen 

I'm dope; shoot me up -- I just got under your skin 

Must be getting high thinking I ain't sick as him 

He ain't getting fly, he's just following a trend 

And again, this is what you obviously lack 

I'm too busy getting busy to acknowledge you cats 

 

[Hook]