Property Picking Fredo

[Intro]
Property pickin', properly drippin’, I'm
Poverty driven, I'm not gonna listen
Feds want me locked in a prison
Breathin’ but not really livin'
'Cause I started with rocks in the kitchen
Now Fred's in a foreign, you're not gonna miss him

[Chorus]
Look, what you tellin' me, bro?
This ain't no loud, what you sellin' me, though?
Last two weeks, ten in a row
None of them sleep here, I’m sendin’ 'em home
They get shot up for gettin’ involved
And get on the phone like I never did know
Most of these rap boys never did road
So look at me wrong, man, I'm gettin' 'em poled
Yeah, I just bought a yard, I went property pickin’
You know me, I'm properly drippin'
I'm drivin' the Bentley but poverty driven
Mummy said that I'm not gonna listen
All of them feds want me locked in a prison
Where you're breathing but not really living
All 'cause I started with rocks in the kitchen
Now Fred's in a foreign, you're not gonna miss him