Let Me Be The One

Lyrics

[Intro: The Carpenters sample] Let me be the one you run to Let me be the one you come to When you need someone... [Verse 1: Fred The Godson] Make you think different 'bout these rappers And measure they accolades, you figure that they actors Mama, that man got a melody I got that fire for real, bitch, what you tellin' me? I got a room in the Sheridan Them niggas sound the same, because they share writtens Share writtens The difference between me and them I did this shit by myself, they got team with 'em They said they couldn't market me Year later arguably, it's hard as a bar can be Still humble, pardon me Mumble by my photography Like Fab, Fred fresh and fly, 4F, rock with me My love, come play the block with me You hear that beat bop, that's Hip-Hop to me I disregarded they standards That's why they can't stand it, mama you understand it [Chorus: Mona L] Hopin' my true muh'fuckas know This be the realest shit he ever wrote It's Fred the God Up in the studio switchin' flows To the realest shit he ever spoke It's Fred the God Hopin' my true muh'fuckas know This be the realest shit he ever wrote It's Fred the God Up in the studio switchin' flows To the realest shit he ever spoke [Verse 2: Fred The Godson] They said I'm too street to be pretty Not hard enough to be hardcore I spoke in them bars for, never been in the yard for I don't smoke Nor sniff, nor pop pills I got my own addiction, I got skills I'm not in shape, I'm not diesel Got some spots with big faces, I got the measles That's from duckin' police Hittin' fiends like cool, he high, remember Cochise Your rap is skinny No baby fat, I'm obese But look at it this way, I eat more beats, hah Mama, you know how that boss be Wan' go see the Knicks, I got floor seats Carmello scored and then we all reach Back to rap, I listen to 'em all week, they all weak She said, "Baby, enjoy the game" Since the passin' of Pac and Biggie, it never been the same [Chorus: Mona L] Hopin' my true muh'fuckas know This be the realest shit he ever wrote It's Fred the God Up in the studio switchin' flows To the realest shit he ever spoke It's Fred the God Hopin' my true muh'fuckas know This be the realest shit he ever wrote It's Fred the God Up in the studio switchin' flows To the realest shit he ever spoke [Verse 3: Fred The Godson] Son shine regardless I made it where they had to play unsigned artists And this is how y'all thank me Hottest rappers in New York, and it ain't me I was born in it I'm the reason why you sit down, right Before you write and put some thought in it I took the lyric And made it lyrically legendary And for a second, the South Bronx was secondary I came on a humble And lift every voice while y'all mumble Asthma, I left the hospital while I stumbled MTV was in the Bronx, welcome to the jungle I brung 'em there, I got the one call They said when and where, I said the Pun wall I'm doin' well brother Only freshman from New York, XXL cover [Chorus: Mona L] Hopin' my true muh'fuckas know This be the realest shit he ever wrote It's Fred the God Up in the studio switchin' flows To the realest shit he ever spoke It's Fred the God Hopin' my true muh'fuckas know This be the realest shit he ever wrote It's Fred the God Up in the studio switchin' flows To the realest shit he ever spoke