Fredo delivers another street-certified banger with “Cold Facts,” a standout track that setting the UK rap scene ablaze. Building on the defiant energy of “No Comment,” this song sees Fredo spitting raw truths about his journey from the Mozart Estate to million-pound deals, echoing the introspective swagger of Money Can’t Buy Happiness’ “Back to Basics.”
With hard-hitting drill beats and bars that cut through the gossip—think “In this game full of lies, I’m the one who does the facts”—Fredo proves why he’s a titan in the game. The track’s gritty production and unapologetic lyricism make it a perfect companion to “No Comment,” teasing an album packed with tales of hustle and loyalty. Whether you’re a fan of his chart-topping “Funky Friday” or newer cuts like “Scoreboard,” “Cold Facts” is a must-listen. Scroll down for the No Comment lyrics, dive into Fredo’s world of cold truths, and stay tuned for more fire from this unreleased masterpiece!
Lyrics of No Comment by Fredo
[Intro]
The Truth Hurts And You Boys Are Harmless, Hmm
They Wanna Know What’s Goin’ On, They’ll See
[Verse]
Yo, They Say I’m Flooded Like A Tap (Tap)
They Say I’m On The Run And I Ain’t Even Commentin’ On That
But If I’m Runnin’, I’m Still Runnin’ Up Them Racks (Racks)
In This Game Full Of Lies, I’m The One Who Does The Facts
I Give Her Ten Racks, That’s When I Fill Her Luggage Up With Packs
Always Planned To Be The Boss, So I Didn’t Cover Up My Tats
F**k What I’m Spittin’ In The Booth ’cause How I’m Livin’ Is The Proof
They Say That My Account’s Froze,
But I Just Spent A Half A Million With Hoosh
Like Shh, I Hear The Talkin’ In The Street
Like I’m Never Comin’ Home, Bae, It Gets Awkward When We Meet
Still I’m Travellin’ The World With My Girl,
I Love You More Than I Can Speak
I Bought The Bentley Truck Off Jay And I Was Bored Of It In Weeks
Niggas Actin’ Like That Talkin’ Isn’t Cheap
I Ain’t Been Talkin’, Niggas Know I Do More Walkin’ Than I Speak
Still I’m Ridin’ Round The Cap, **** Forty In My Jeep
And If The Feds Try To Stop Me,
Pay Them Forty Then I Leave (That’s Facts)
Listen, F**k A Trick, I Keep A Mortgage Up My Sleeve (Sleeve)
A Hundred P’s Crossin’ Through The Border Then I Eat (Eat)
I’m Really Livin’ Like That, I Ain’t Just Talkin’ On A Beat
These Times, You Boys Are Faker Than Them
Pages That Tell Georgia That I Cheat
It’s Been A While Since I Ordered Me A Key
Now I Can Smile ’cause That’s What Man Are Orderin’ From Me
I Really Wish There Was A Way That There Was More That I Could Feed
That’s Why I’m Hustlin’, Tryna Make Way More Than I Could Need
And I’m Sorry For Them Promises I Made (I’m Sorry) That I Couldn’t Keep
But I Can Promise You That There’s No Poverty Again
I Thought That When I Made A Million, I’d Probably Behave
I Had Run A Couple M’s, Still Them Robberies The Same
And Women Love A Grey Tracksuit Till You Rock It In The Cage (Cage)
This Bentley Is A Flying Spur Like Tottenham Away (‘way)
I Used To Have So Many Friends, But Money’s Really Gotten In The Way
But If It’s Gotten In The Way, Then You Was Not Even My Mate
So Let’s Not Even Debate, ’cause It’s Not Even Debatable
These Days, We Don’t Relate Because Our Lives Are Not Relatable
Where I’m From, I Didn’t Break A Rule, I Had To Break ’em All
Shottin’ Cells With Little Remy On The Way To School
Management’s Been Askin’ How I’m Managin’, I’m Managin’
But Guessin’ All Distressin’ Could Be Damagin’
I Should Be Out In Public, But I’m Hidin’, It’s Embarrassin’
My Life Been Goin’ Backwards Like The Lord Wrote It In Arabic
You Pussies Goin’ Hard For Attention
Straight Victims, But Now I’m Gonna Give You A Mention
Last New Year’s, Forty Thousand Just To Go And Party The Section
Could’ve Bought The Best Watch Out Of ******’s Collection
Won’t Find A Nigga Like Me, I’m A Bit Rare (Yeah)
Jackets All Mink, I Come In Lookin’ Like A Big Bear
I Don’t Smoke Fags, But Niggas Know I Keep A Sig Near
Just Like My Management, I Gotta Keep It Sincere
This Rollie’s Glowin’ Like I’m Workin’ On The Skin Care
Plus He Got A Brother And It’s The Same Colour, It’s A Twin Pair (Twin)
No, I Ain’t Slippin’ When I’m Out There, Know [It’s?] In Here
Say We’re The Reason Brothers Disappeared To Thin Air
My Coke Dries Quicker Than Some Swimwear
Amount Of Pumps That I Put In ****, I Could’ve Built A Gym There
You’ve Been Talkin’ All My Life,
When Really You Don’t Have A Clue, Haven’t You?
I Clear It All Up If I Cared,
But I Don’t Happen To (I Don’t Happen To)
[Outro]
(ADB, Play That Shit)
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