FRESH 2 DEATH

I be fresh to death, givin niggas first degree
Baby couldnt let me go once she got a piece of me
Bet she never had a nigga that's legit
She be wanting all my time she really diggin' the kid

Versace kicks on in the stu it's just a light day
Shorty told me to stop and get the bottle of some Bombay
Nah, baby we go drink sumtin' different
Told her rub her nigga back, that's how I get em

Niggas like me brush the dips at the red lights
And do about 60 down the street screamin' money ann't a thing
We getting green like the packers nigga
She rather come kick it with me, I ain't no average nigga

Ring on my left pinky not one on my third one tho
Me and Buzzy was Shaq and Kobe linking up with these hoes
Funds was low so we were sippin' on that E&J
Woods burning now while we sip the dusse

(It's taliban)

And I know you never had a nigga this legit
Kept it real from the tip and never switch the shit
I told my nigga check my pimpin' catch me missin' the bitch
Bond cologne on like I got a mission to hit

Gold bottles, gold chain, new kicks, cold range
New bitch, old games, it's a cold life
But it's the one that am living, the only one I was given
So I might only smoke that wood if it's rolled right

You want a situation, you gon have to hold tight
But I'm the one that you been waitin' fo yo whole life
So it ain't nothin' just gimme a little bit a time
And we go both have the matchin rollies off the grind

You hear how that Beat sing to me
Watch me how I make her get down on her knees for me
Im the hitter little baby blow these Ds for me
Golden State is not my favorite team but I love the 30

I put that nigga on the shirt, they put me on a Jersey
I'm the captain of the squad, no James Worthy
I'm like Kobe with the 3Peat, no worries
If I stand on top of my money, I'm like two stories

You other niggas is small fry, you too tory
I walk away on a nigga tellin' some fake stories
That shit is boring, I think he heard me snoring
I'm really in the game, and my bitches got some floor seats