Fresh Out

I'm Fresh out the mud I'm fresh, out the gutters,hustling all my life ima go getta,
I till my girl, I got one life, just to love her, wake up in the morning, feel like I never Fuck her, I stay in the streets ima O. G hustler

I got a lot of haters, they can hate everyday, I got a bad bitch, make her own money, She can stay
Cooking dope, making money, trying to make a way . ima real nigga, I'm out for blood It's time slay

Everything big, just like my body count, I sell it by a pound, yea I got that super loud,
We out here getting dough, we out here getting that whoa



Credits
Writer(s): Marcus Roberts
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