Alfredo Lyrics

Call me Jojo, signature was so low

I whipped it like a four door, till they seen it like a photo

R.I.P. R.L.D. and that got me so gone,

I could barely hold on, but it's time to be strong

Kissed my mother, said I love her, then I told her so long,

It's time to go home, take your place upon your throne

Father fightin' like a titan, so I send him the praise,

Fuck the fashion as I'm ashin' cause I'm burnin' the jays

The circle of life cycle, so I'm caught in my ways,

Caught in my days, burnin' so I'm caught in a blaze

Of the marijuana smoke, so I'm caught in a haze,

Never ever wanna choke, so I study the plays

See they tangled in a yoke, off patterin' strays,

Goin' in and off for broke while I'm meltin' the glaze

A pin and loose leaf makes me chief and stress brief,

R.A.P. spells relief of the grief

Book of notes, turn to quotes, went from dopes to the goats,

The duckets and plenty strokes, for family kin folk

Every day I gotta get it, so to grind automatic,

Homin' in on the focus, clearing up all of the static

If I need it, then I'm at it, I want it, then I had it,

Need them grands in my hands for some land, not a paddock

Every day I gotta get it, so to grind automatic,

Homin' in on the focus, clearing up all of the static

If I need it, then I'm at it, I want it, then I had it,

Need them grands in my hands for some land, not a paddock

I've been feelin' like I'm dreamin', while I'm steamin', plottin', schemin',

Tryna shake this demon, but I'm fucked is how it's seemin

Hatin' drama, double-teamin', got me boilin' over, screamin',

Since the egg met the semen, to make it out, I've been fiendin

Call me Jojo, signature was solo, I whipped it like a four door,

Till they seen it like a photo These bitches and these broke hoes,

Crackers and these negroes, actin' like the po-po,

Don't see me sippin' SoCo, you hobos Me givin' a fuck about it, is a no-go

Fa show though, I'm too motherfuckin' high for all the low blows

And hoes shows my wrist, ain't got no ro go, my foot bottom ain't rojo,

So I gotta grind daily till GA is in a choke hold

They treat hate like the cocoa, meanin' that they love it,

While they on that shitty level I'ma choose to rise above it

Where the smell at, you can run to go tell that,

But what I spit is all fact, I can't retreat, or fall back for real

Every day I gotta get it, so to grind automatic,

Homin' in on the focus, clearing up all of the static

If I need it, then I'm at it, I want it, then I had it,

Need them grands in my hands for some land, not a paddock

Call me Jojo, signature was solo,

I whipped it like a photo, so they seen it like a photo

Call me Jojo, signature was solo, I whipped it like a photo, so they seen it like a photo