Fresh
In the Bay, we stay faded, and hella high
Do it like it's televised, fresh to death formaldehyde
When I shop kicks, all drip, leaky faucet
For the fit to look crisp, see me cop it
All Day I dream about Boosts and NMDs
The type of thing to spark jealousy in enemies
Hennessy and hella reefer, y'all can't keep up
With the freshest sneakers, kicks like Sonny chiba
Don't care if its from past seasons
I'm straight from the eighties lookin' like a trapper keeper
So the next hater that say shit can get sprayed up
In a Zoro shirt and One Piece neck gaiter
Not a weeb, my portfolio diversified
Beyond what's classified as urban style, blurred the lines
Don't matter who I'm tellin', I'm like screw this denim
My newest threads make dudes look fresh, in Lululemon
Athleisure like I Cross Fit or Work Out
I'm fresh like boxing in the first round, you burnt out
I'm Tom Cruise in Fall Out the way that I stunt y'all
Like Ong Bak somersaults in a drunk brawl
Drippin' in the latest threads, fitted and we stayin' fresh
Fresh to death, stayin' hella fresh
Drippin' in the latest threads, fitted and we stayin' fresh
Fresh to death, stayin' hella fresh
I'm still about my paper mane and these haters hate
It's me, tryna compensate for my baby face
But I gotta look the part, make sure my business casual
Is drippin' actual, keep it fittin' natural
So got this suit tailored- slim fit, simplistic but
No limp with Wingtips, consider it pimp shit, blood
Don't get caught slippin', you can't be trippin' up
Rockin' a sport coat so cold with a bare mid-drift cut
If we're honest it's just a bit androgynous
But I'll still cop the fit then drop the bills to floss it quick
Clothes don't make the man, the man make the clothes
If you think I'm a stop, the answer is no
Still wearin' those harem pants and a robe
lookin' dapper and cold while these beats slap in the rove
Sike, I'm still drivin' in the minivan
But on Instagram I kill it man, cold chillin' fam
I might be a simple man but I'm in it to win it man
If you dressed like you got a mill in hand, it's simple math
So make sure your game is tight, fake it till you make it right
Lookin' dapper in fashion, all day and night
Drippin' in the latest threads, fitted and we stayin' fresh
Fresh to death, stayin' hella fresh
Drippin' in the latest threads, fitted and we stayin' fresh
Fresh to death, stayin' hella fresh
Fresh to death, stayin' hella fresh
Fresh to death, stayin' hella fresh
Fresh to death, stayin' hella fresh
Do it like it's televised, fresh to death formaldehyde
When I shop kicks, all drip, leaky faucet
For the fit to look crisp, see me cop it
All Day I dream about Boosts and NMDs
The type of thing to spark jealousy in enemies
Hennessy and hella reefer, y'all can't keep up
With the freshest sneakers, kicks like Sonny chiba
Don't care if its from past seasons
I'm straight from the eighties lookin' like a trapper keeper
So the next hater that say shit can get sprayed up
In a Zoro shirt and One Piece neck gaiter
Not a weeb, my portfolio diversified
Beyond what's classified as urban style, blurred the lines
Don't matter who I'm tellin', I'm like screw this denim
My newest threads make dudes look fresh, in Lululemon
Athleisure like I Cross Fit or Work Out
I'm fresh like boxing in the first round, you burnt out
I'm Tom Cruise in Fall Out the way that I stunt y'all
Like Ong Bak somersaults in a drunk brawl
Drippin' in the latest threads, fitted and we stayin' fresh
Fresh to death, stayin' hella fresh
Drippin' in the latest threads, fitted and we stayin' fresh
Fresh to death, stayin' hella fresh
I'm still about my paper mane and these haters hate
It's me, tryna compensate for my baby face
But I gotta look the part, make sure my business casual
Is drippin' actual, keep it fittin' natural
So got this suit tailored- slim fit, simplistic but
No limp with Wingtips, consider it pimp shit, blood
Don't get caught slippin', you can't be trippin' up
Rockin' a sport coat so cold with a bare mid-drift cut
If we're honest it's just a bit androgynous
But I'll still cop the fit then drop the bills to floss it quick
Clothes don't make the man, the man make the clothes
If you think I'm a stop, the answer is no
Still wearin' those harem pants and a robe
lookin' dapper and cold while these beats slap in the rove
Sike, I'm still drivin' in the minivan
But on Instagram I kill it man, cold chillin' fam
I might be a simple man but I'm in it to win it man
If you dressed like you got a mill in hand, it's simple math
So make sure your game is tight, fake it till you make it right
Lookin' dapper in fashion, all day and night
Drippin' in the latest threads, fitted and we stayin' fresh
Fresh to death, stayin' hella fresh
Drippin' in the latest threads, fitted and we stayin' fresh
Fresh to death, stayin' hella fresh
Fresh to death, stayin' hella fresh
Fresh to death, stayin' hella fresh
Fresh to death, stayin' hella fresh
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Writer(s): Brian Rivera
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