Change

Fredo's Unyielding Evolution: Embracing Change and Triumph
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Lyrics

Big up my guys in the can

Acknowledging and showing respect to friends in prison.

While you lie to the fans

Contrasting honesty with fans and the reality of life.

Play the cards I was dealt

Acceptance of the circumstances one is given.

Now I'm liking my hand

Contentment with the current situation.

Told my girl that I'm liking her tan

Expressing appreciation for his girlfriend's appearance.

But she's too busy tryna' see who's liking my 'Gram

Addressing relationship issues and jealousy on social media.

I spent time in the can, 'cause I ride for my fam'

Having spent time in prison for family loyalty.

And all this ice on my hand

Displaying wealth with jewelry and its impact on others.

It got your baby mother hella likely to bang

Indicating that his presence makes other women attracted.

And I will never change bro, I like who I am

Commitment to staying true to oneself.


Bro we're turning up

Describing a lifestyle of partying, substance use, and success after overcoming challenges.

Catch us in the club and we're burning buds

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That's my nigga in the foreign, see him burning dust

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Put my brother in jail said he's serving drugs

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But that's work to us

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So I hide the pain through these designer frames

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Bro died and I put him on a diamond chain

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Came outta jail to a mic and stage

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And it's different from the trap but I like the change

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Catch me out in my block in Gucci linen

Portraying a shift from a challenging past to a luxurious lifestyle.

With the cutest women, we're so used to winning

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Don't ask why we're used to sinnin'

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It's that coupé I'm whippin', past the bando I used to live in

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You got you're watch from this rapping ting

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But me I got my watch from this trapping ting

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Me and bro on the same bike saddling

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Now I press sports on a Merc' and we're vanishing

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Maddest ting, keep it humble, I didn't have a thing

Reflecting on humble beginnings and contrasting it with present success.

Don't say much, I've been through a lot

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And you're queen is a thot bro she's been through the block

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My new shits mad, you ain't seen what I got

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And all these boxes and kilos

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Got me the same watch as the Migos

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You got a Z but it's a box when I reload

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And the streets know you're flexing in deets'ed clothes

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Bro we're turning up

Reiteration of the theme of partying and success.

Catch us in the club and we're burning buds

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That's my nigga in the foreign, see him burning dust

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Put my brother in jail said he's serving drugs

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But that's work to us

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So I hide the pain through these designer frames

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Bro died and I put him on a diamond chain

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Came outta jail to a mic and stage

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And it's different from the trap but I like the change

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I swear I wonder how my life would be

Acknowledging difficult family situations and personal struggles.

If I didn't, go and meet the plug

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15 knee deep in the streets, where my niggas?

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I didn't need the love

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And my dad, he ain't really shit

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But I'd be lying if I say I didn't need my mum

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Gyal always stressing going through some drama

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Telling me she need a hug

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Yo it's safe to say, I was stuck in the hood with no place to stay

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You weren't nowhere around tryna save the day

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Now you're all in my face cuz my papers straight

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Fam I'll never show you niggas how to bake a cake

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They say life is a test, I'm sure that I'm winning my lighty's the best

Boasting about success and resilience in the face of challenges.

Gun shots were beating, we're sliding them west

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Them man are singing they're trying there best

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Bro we're turning up

Reiteration of the partying and success theme.

Catch us in the club and we're burning buds

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That's my nigga in the foreign, see him burning dust

-

Put my brother in jail said he's serving drugs

-

But that's work to us

-

So I hide the pain through these designer frames

-

Bro died and I put him on a diamond chain

-

Came outta jail to a mic and stage

-

And it's different from the trap but I like the change

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Bro we're turning up

Final repetition of the theme with a focus on overcoming adversity.

Catch us in the club and we're burning buds

-

That's my nigga in the foreign, see him burning dust

-

Put my brother in jail said he's serving drugs

-

But that's work to us

-

So I hide the pain through these designer frames

-

Bro died and I put him on a diamond chain

-

Came outta jail to a mic and stage

-

And it's different from the trap but I like the change

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The lyrics of this song contain explicit content.
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