Legends - Fred The Godson, Loopy The Blogger

She said she admire my tenacity

How I turn metaphors to a masterpiece

Flow softer than silk brother, Master P

Your favorite rapper’s A&R probably mad at me

She said grab a seat, let me pick ya brain

Then she talked about how she don’t get the game

How I be in my zone and I ain’t rich with change

'Cause I got walkin' pneumonia, we don’t spit the same, huh

Mimic me, they cannot do

Fuck with me lyrically?

This is not true

Bitch please, ha, sorry, not you

I know what you wanna hear, and I got you

She want that, double entendre

My wit is makin' her wet, I’m a monster

Make her charge the credit to the game, she will sponsor

Might make her put two S’s in her name like Cassandra

I feel like the new fat LL, baby

(L, what up?)

Lady love me like a legend

She lay her leggings on me on a let in

She lick me every late night, she let Fred in, uh

She went further into the convo

How I single out words, make 'em a combo

Put rappers in they place like a realtor, condo

Til they on point in the defense, Rondo

I have to leave, so

My flow’ll kill a whole house

She said her favorite record from me was Monique’s Room

But she love my B-sides and undergrounds

And how cyphers evacuate when I come around

She stay sayin' that she prayin' for my just due

I don’t need tens of millions, baby, just two

Do you hear the shit they told me to adjust to?

I mean as weird as shit, baby, not just you

It’s like the lyrical rapper is a cold case

It’s like they don’t want my talent to be showcased

Ma, I got the bill

We’ll role play later, you Lewinsky, just say I got you Bill, ha