Tell Me Fredo
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[Verse 1]
Tell me
Would you stay if I had to go jail?
If I didn't have no phone, would you chat through the mail?
Would you be out on the road, while I'm trapped in my cell
I don't know when I'm home, and it's actually hell
If I booked you a visit
Would you come through or miss it?
Would you take hella long when I'm asking for pictures?
Would you lie to the feds, if they asked for a witness?
I need to know
Would you still be around, if my p's were low?
Yeah my Moncler's warm, but these streets are cold
Would you leave if you heard that I've beaten a few?
And you know for a fact I don't treat 'em like you
Would you leave if the judge said I'm looking at 5?
And forget bout the times that you looked in my eyes
You know what it is and I'm cooking them pies
So don't act up or be looking suprised
[Chorus]
Just tell me what it is, I swear I'm needing to know
If it ain't suttin real, then I'm needing to go
I don't need the stressing, you ain't seeing my phone
And I gotta keep stuff, I got beef on the roads
And I know you hate when I spend time in the trap
But I like that you'd rather spend time with my stack
I just need to know, if you're riding for man
Cos I'm living life fast, so I'm likely to crash
Tell me
Would you stay if I had to go jail?
If I didn't have no phone, would you chat through the mail?
Would you be out on the road, while I'm trapped in my cell
I don't know when I'm home, and it's actually hell
If I booked you a visit
Would you come through or miss it?
Would you take hella long when I'm asking for pictures?
Would you lie to the feds, if they asked for a witness?
I need to know
Would you still be around, if my p's were low?
Yeah my Moncler's warm, but these streets are cold
Would you leave if you heard that I've beaten a few?
And you know for a fact I don't treat 'em like you
Would you leave if the judge said I'm looking at 5?
And forget bout the times that you looked in my eyes
You know what it is and I'm cooking them pies
So don't act up or be looking suprised
[Chorus]
Just tell me what it is, I swear I'm needing to know
If it ain't suttin real, then I'm needing to go
I don't need the stressing, you ain't seeing my phone
And I gotta keep stuff, I got beef on the roads
And I know you hate when I spend time in the trap
But I like that you'd rather spend time with my stack
I just need to know, if you're riding for man
Cos I'm living life fast, so I'm likely to crash
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