Make Me

Lyrics

[AZ talking] Yeah I ain't going nowhere Imma be here til 2030 Y'all can bet that [AZ] Classic material my mojos back I'm loco, no sunoco the flow show that The hood know doe, for dough low, imma solo cat Fly photos, no polo i throw those back Hung up, my scuffed soldier boots I holds no gat Got a crew of lil homies for that, where the love at? Still standing I ain't strung on crack Still handle it like Pun on tracks So check me out y'all Street of Philly was born willy arms is chilly Neck froze, fresh clothes, the specs is silly Adore for really, war like the lord Achilles I'm too illy worth more than half a billi So please feel me I'm direct, effect And since a kid at Fresh Fest I've been fresh 'til death [AZ talking] Y'all know what it is Aye yo Fresh come on man It's how we do it Let's resurrect the hood, ya heard? [Fresh] The coke game is a regular, the stacks uneven Pimp game's still cellular, but rap I'm eating Used to pitch packs in the streets Took it to the next level hard face watch made by Patti Philipe Jars of dro the chalk just added to beef Bars stay hot with raps that's grabbing the beats Double nickle deep down in the bucket seats Yacht match the Rolli, where my fucking freaks? Flow fast and gaudy with chinchilla minx Hoes trash they bore me the kid barely blinks Ma we can take it to another life level Something like the Hope diamond round ya ice bezel I heard a few niggas hating on your nice fellow But did they know your Range cherry and ya ice yellow I holler at you necessary when it's nice 'ello It's Fresh, 50 bricks nigga on my grind level [Fresh talking] Yo A talk to these niggas You know we poor but cop chilly wrists niggas Stacking chips niggas And official hood figures [AZ] Been locked in since them wally moccasins and them drop top BM's Y'all shoulda cock blocked me then Now a dime later haters tryin box me in But like Iverson i skip hop to the rim, back spin, whip wop, fake cock it again It's understood, I'm the hood Hitchcock with a grin [Fresh] Came in the spot with six bad broads, lift Jag doors Never too gaudy but my wrist wrapped raw Flip packs of raw, slick black valour Reacquainted with rap now we rip half of these tours Pull up at the summer league games Aston Mar's Hopped out the whip Prada shit straps and all The crack game is back so its fresh to ball 330 hard top cherry red bar watch Sharp and flows hot locked, man no lock Hot handle pop niggas CL split top So listen up to who's running the game You know its Fresh 50 bricks plus the shit on my chain Polo mitts so sick they just stick in you're brain [Jara Paraguay]? is sicker than chain And you could see Fresh living good enjoying my health Now we running in the bars and we buying the shelves M5 burn rubber we denying the belts Big bottles of that Don and we dying for help Niggas, shit back up, when the Aston dash up The shit ash color Mac in the black truck [Fresh talking] I don't know, I don't know, I been cut up My fault, my fault, my fault eh man