Yeah.
Slow down.
Slow down.
Okay.
I'm ready to get my jet going on this one.
Let's go.
club in my b-boy stance my hoodie on with my gun in my pants i'm fresh
I'm fresh, I'm fresh, I'm fresh, I said I'm chillin' in the club in my
B-Boy stands.
I'm fresh now.
Yes.
I'm fresh now.
Fresh to death, dressed to impress.
Yes.
fresh for real nigga dressed to kill i'm the best for real i was blessed with skills the fs in my necklace still i'm a threat for real i come at niggas necks for real try and build my
Success got me stressed for real.
I'ma gain my respect cause I'm extra real.
And I'm extra fly, you just extra high.
If it wasn't for them drugs, you'd be extra shy.
Knowing if I throw them slugs, you won't testify.
After extra shit, get the extra clip.
I get some extra lip, just expect to die.
Put a hole in your head because I hold bread.
And my lawyer, Johnny Cocker, an old head.
Clapping the pound, they're patting me down.
And I stay strapped, man.
I got a dad on my mail.
I'm just...
club in my b-boy stance my hoodie on with my gun in my pants i'm fresh
I said I'm chilling in the club in my
B-Boy Stance.
I'm fresh.
Yes.
I'm fresh.
Yes.
I'm fresh, yes, fresh, yes.
I get it popping on the block like a B-boy.
If you cop a couple of rocks, you get a free boy.
You could take a couple of shots and get a key, Lord.
If you try to take what I got, a stick me, boy.
C-Boy, tryna fuck around with me, boy.
Your wrist like fucking a bitch with no C-Boy.
I'm a G-Boy, get smoked by the P-Boy.
Cooked by the Key-Boy, got dope in the E-Boy.
Me, boy, I'm about to take the industry over.
Like for war, we was meant to be soldiers.
I sat back for years and watched rap cats pretend to be old, pretend to be big, pretend to be hot.
pretend to be hot, but all that pretendin' gonna eventually stop, and the slugs gonna eventually pop, cause all the real thugs in the box for the penitentiary yacht VIP lookin' like a penitentiary block, but now I'm chillin' in the
club in my b-boy stance my hoodie on with my gun in my pants i'm fresh
I said I'm chillin' in the club in my
B-Boy Stance.
I'm fresh out.
I'm fresh out.
Okay.
Fresh to death.
Like a million bucks.
My Ben's got big rims and my ceiling lift up depending on how I'm feeling.
Might be willing to truck.
Leave a weighted chick still on my nuts.
You know what I'm saying?
I ain't playing with them niggas that be feeling it tough.
killer, but you still get touched.
I network sweatshirt with the hood.
I was still in the top and my little man filling the Dutch while chilling the cut.
on my lean chicks fill in my stance chinese print on the jeans chicks fill in my pants and i got this
Fill in my pants.
Don't grind on me.
I can't dance.
I got the nine on me, D. Heckling catch, mommy.
Fresh from the box, mommy.
Got your panani wet because I'm fresh.
of the socks, mommy.
Fresh from the block, mommy.
So I'm making it fancy like a bitch, but I'm making it common.
Chillin' in the club in my b-boy stance.
My hoodie on with my gun in my pants.
I'm fresh now.
I'm fresh, I'm fresh, I'm fresh, I said I'm chillin' in the club in my
B-Boy stands.
I'm fresh.
Yes.
I'm fresh.
I'm fresh, yes.
I'm fresh, yes.
I'm chillin' in the club in my b-boy stance.
I'm fresh.
Yes.
I'm fresh.
Yes.
I'm fresh.
Yes.
I'm fresh.
I said I'm chillin' in the club in my b-boy stance And I'm with my hoodie on and my gun in my pants I'm fresh now
I'm fresh, yes.
I'm fresh, yes.
I'm fresh, yes.
