Letra Favourite in the slums Fredo

Favourite in the slums

I've been payin' for them punks
I'm the favourite in the slums
But I learned my mind's ten times more dangerous than a gun
I ain't sayin' that they're dumb
Played the game and then I won
The beef's so hot, right now the opps can't stay in with their mum

Look

Nigga you don't want this smoke
I'll leave him in the street before I ever leave a comment under his post
This close, Freddy didn't die but he got hit though
How you know? Heard him say 'Aah'
Bisto, I'm pissed though, feds just took Pistol
'Cause he took a patty off another patty's wrist, bro
Glock with the camel print but it ain't got a switch though
Swear all I think about is all the different ways I can get rich, bro

And you should know I'm comfy when I cruise in a B
Fuck a spa, the Bentley comes with a masseuse in the seat
I got some dangerous little yutes in the street
That's doin' bootings, it's peak
Some want a fee
The rest just do it for free

They say that they can hear there's pain in my voice
All this money that I made, I just wish pain was a choice
I was just with Lil Woo in Dubai screamin' we was racin' a Royce
Now I'm at your funeral in the same Wraith with no bass in my voice

I've been payin' for them punks
I'm the favourite in the slums
But I learned my mind's ten times more dangerous than a gun
I ain't sayin' that they're dumb
Played the game and then I won
The beef's so hot, right now the opps can't stay in with their mum

I got street problems like where I'm storin' these guns
Tried to tell them it was written, thought my story was done
You catch a case and go to jail, you see how quick they'll be gone
I'm talkin' faster than they change tyres on Formula 1

Hit the station, I get one call, I'm callin' my mum
I tried to tell her not to worry 'bout me though, I'm a thug
My pocket fat but so is the corn in this pump
Run up where I'm at with T, you'll get it all in your mug

The whole city knows
We done a lot of clippings
Now it's got me on my tippy toes
But that won't stop me livin'
Wearin' drippy clothes
Can't change the way I live, my nigga already pick and chose
Boogers in my white prezi, I call that Rollie "Pick Your Nose"

I hardly talk
But best believe I listen loads
And once I heard enough, I'm just like Trump, I let a missile go
I heard your interview, heartbroken and missin' bro
He thought it was a game, his game was over once them whistles blow

I've been payin' for them punks
I'm the favourite in the slums
But I learned my mind's ten times more dangerous than a gun
I ain't sayin' that they're dumb
Played the game and then I won
The beef's so hot, right now the opps can't stay in with their mum