Fresnaye2.0 Lyrics

Ahh it's chaai

I'm picking my demons

(Yah)

The fame or the millions

The devil inside of my details

The Lord is still with us

(Yah)

They came here for holidays

Man, I stay up in Fresnaye

Ain't no traffic on this side

Bitch I'm tryn' find the best way

I'm like a drug deal gone bad

I'm still as dope as in the streets

I might put two bitches on blast

But I ain't heard from them in weeks

Don't get your panties in a bunch

Just get your pennies going up

Every blessing still a curse

Cause you don't know who you could trust

Hooks harder than my third leg, when a thick bitch walks past

Please, I make too much to try and go back & forth with niggas I don't even fuck with

And to each lead his own, three leeches on me, had to scrape 'em off quick

Ignoring a talent, or chasing it to be ignored, now you tell me what's worse?

Wanted to die for this shit

But I hope that it wouldn't come to that

(RIP MEGA)

Young Joey moved out the block

Can't deal with shots, cause I know love come with that

I gotta deal with this L cause I know that learning just still gotta come with that

And these features might give me a chance to end their careers, they hope it don't come to that

Wanted to die for this shit

But I hope that it wouldn't come to that

(RIP MEGA)

Young Joey moved out the block

Can't deal with shots, cause I know love come with that

I gotta deal with this L cause I know that learning just still gotta come with that

And these features might give me a chance to end their careers, they hope it don't come to that