[Swizz Beats]
Chillin` in the club in my b-boy stance (Yeah)
My Hoodie On wit` my gun in my pants (Yeah)
[Cassidy]
Yeah
Yeah
Okay
Yeah
I`m ready to get my drink on, on this joint..Let`s go
[Hook x2 - Swizz Beats]
Chillin` in the club in my b-boy stance
My hoodie on wit` my gun in my pants
I`m fresh to death, I`m fresh to death, I`m fresh to death, I`m fresh to death
[Verse 1 - Cassidy]
I`m...fresh to death, dressed to impress
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
Tryna 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
Knowin` if I throw them slugs you gon` testify
F` the extra shit, get an extra clip
I get some extra lip, just expect to die
I...put a whole in your head, cause I hold bread
And my lawyer Johnny Cochran old head
Clappin` tha pound, he ain`t pattin` me down
And I stay strapped man I got my gat on me now..Im just..
[Hook x2 - Swizz Beats]
Chillin` in the club in my b-boy stance
My Hoodie on wit` my gun in my pants
I`m fresh to death, I`m fresh to death, I`m fresh to death, I`m fresh to death
[Verse 2 - Cassidy]
Yooo...I get it poppin` 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 loy
If you try to take what I got, a stick me boy
See boy tryna fuck around with me boy
Your wrist like fuckin` a bitch with no C boy
I`m a G boy, get smoked by the P boy
Coke by the key boy, got dope and the E boy
Me boy, I`m bout 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 Hova
Pretend to be BIG, pretend to be Pac, pretend to be hot
But all that pretendin` gon` eventually stop
And the slugs gonna eventually pop
Cause all the real thugs in the box or the penatentary ock
VIP lookin` like a penetentary block..when I`m..
[Hook x2 - Swizz Beats]
Chillin` in the club in my b-boy stance
My hoodie on wit` my gun in my pants
I`m fresh to death, I`m fresh to death, I`m fresh to death, I`m fresh to death
[Verse 3 - Cassidy]
Okayy.. I`m fresh to death like a million bucks
My Benz got big rims and my ceilin` lift up
Dependin` on how I`m feelin` might be wheelin` the truck
Either way the chicks still on my nuts
You know what Im sayin`, I ain`t playin` with them niggas that be feelin` they tough
I ain`t a killa but you still will get touched
I network, sweatshirt with the hood, got the steel in the truck
And my lil man feelin` the dutch while I chill in the cut
On my lean, chicks feelin` my stance
Chinese print on the jeans, chicks feelin` my pants
And I got the steel in my pants, don`t grind on me
I can`t dance I got the nine on me
The.. hecklor and koch mami fresh from the box mami
Got your punani wet cause I`m fresh to the socks mami
Fresh from the block mami, so I`m makin` it fun
See life a bitch but I`m makin` her cum and I`m
[Hook x2 - Swizz Beats]
Chillin` in the club in my b-boy stance
My hoodie on wit` my gun in my pants
I`m fresh to death, I`m fresh to death, I`m fresh to death, I`m fresh to death
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