Doves Fly Fred the Godson (Ft. Pusha T)

[Verse 1: Fred The Godson]
Free Mo, Feds had to free Jason
Early 90s, uncle free basin'
Mid 90s, Pippen had to D Mason
The bricks was fire, color Sanaa Lathan
And now we applied the supply, fiends tired of waitin'
Anything 8 and up, have 'em wide awaken
Think to take the cut, wonder what the buyer's makin'
Tank top, one bedroom, the pies is bakin'
I'm sittin' here waitin', the soda wet
Cocaine cowboy, Aikman, Novacek (woo!)
I'm on a strip while he cook a key
I load up half of the clips, what up Pusha T (what up Pusha?)
Tell Malice I got that Khaled: the best
Send the fiend to the moon, Alice
I'm movin' that Ralph Cramden
Raise the price of the grams then, shit

[Chorus: Fred The Godson]
Shit, maybe I'm just like my pops
Maybe them birds will make it off the block
But, this is what it sounds like when doves fly
This is what it sounds like when doves fly
Maybe I'm just like my mother
Maybe I'll make it with the butter, I'm from the gutter
This is what it sounds like when doves fly
This is what it sounds like when doves fly