[Intro: The Carpenters sample]
Let me be the one you run to
Let me be the one you come to
When you need someone...

[Verse 1: Fred The Godson]
Make you think different 'bout these rappers
And measure they accolades, you figure that they actors
Mama, that man got a melody
I got that fire for real, bitch, what you tellin' me?
I got a room in the Sheridan
Them n***as sound the same, because they share writtens
Share writtens
The difference between me and them
I did this shit by myself, they got team with 'em
They said they couldn't market me
Year later arguably, it's hard as a bar can be
Still humble, pardon me
Mumble by my photography
Like Fab, Fred fresh and fly, 4F, rock with me
My love, come play the block with me
You hear that beat bop, that's Hip-Hop to me
I disregarded they standards
That's why they can't stand it, mama you understand it

[Chorus: Mona L]
Hopin' my true muh'fuckas know
This be the realest shit he ever wrote
It's Fred the God
Up in the studio switchin' flows
To the realest shit he ever spoke
It's Fred the God
Hopin' my true muh'fuckas know
This be the realest shit he ever wrote
It's Fred the God
Up in the studio switchin' flows
To the realest shit he ever spoke
[Verse 2: Fred The Godson]
They said I'm too street to be pretty
Not hard enough to be hardcore
I spoke in them bars for, never been in the yard for
I don't smoke
Nor sniff, nor pop pills
I got my own addiction, I got skills
I'm not in shape, I'm not diesel
Got some spots with big faces, I got the measles
That's from duckin' police
Hittin' fiends like cool, he high, remember Cochise
Your rap is skinny
No baby fat, I'm obese
But look at it this way, I eat more beats, hah
Mama, you know how that boss be
Wan' go see the Knicks, I got floor seats
Carmello scored and then we all reach
Back to rap, I listen to 'em all week, they all weak
She said, "Baby, enjoy the game"
Since the passin' of Pac and Biggie, it never been the same

[Chorus: Mona L]
Hopin' my true muh'fuckas know
This be the realest shit he ever wrote
It's Fred the God
Up in the studio switchin' flows
To the realest shit he ever spoke
It's Fred the God
Hopin' my true muh'fuckas know
This be the realest shit he ever wrote
It's Fred the God
Up in the studio switchin' flows
To the realest shit he ever spoke
[Verse 3: Fred The Godson]
Son shine regardless
I made it where they had to play unsigned artists
And this is how y'all thank me
Hottest rappers in New York, and it ain't me
I was born in it
I'm the reason why you sit down, right
Before you write and put some thought in it
I took the lyric
And made it lyrically legendary
And for a second, the South Bronx was secondary
I came on a humble
And lift every voice while y'all mumble
Asthma, I left the hospital while I stumbled
MTV was in the Bronx, welcome to the jungle
I brung 'em there, I got the one call
They said when and where, I said the Pun wall
I'm doin' well brother
Only freshman from New York, XXL cover

[Chorus: Mona L]
Hopin' my true muh'fuckas know
This be the realest shit he ever wrote
It's Fred the God
Up in the studio switchin' flows
To the realest shit he ever spoke
It's Fred the God
Hopin' my true muh'fuckas know
This be the realest shit he ever wrote
It's Fred the God
Up in the studio switchin' flows
To the realest shit he ever spoke