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Lyrics to Make Me! :

I aint goin nowhere, Ima be here til 2030 ya'll can bet that..


classic material my mojos back

im loco no sunoco the flow show dat

the hood kno do fo do lo ima solo cat

fly photos no polo i throw those back

??? my scuffed soldier boots that holds no gat

gotta crew of lil homies for that.. where the love at?

still standin i aint strung on crack

still handle it like Pun on tracks

so check me out ya'll

street of philly was born willy arms is chilly

neck froze, fresh clothes, the specs is silly

?? for really, war like the lord Achilles

Im too illy, worth more than half a billi

So please feel my im direct effect

and since a kid at fresh ? I've been fresh til death


You know what it is.. ayo Fresh come on man , it's how we do it.. let's resurrect the hood ya heard?


The coke game is a regular, the stacks uneven

Pimp game's still cellular, but rap I'm eatin'

Used to pitch packs in 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 thats grabbin the beats

Double nickle deep down in the bucket seats

Yatch match the Rolli, where my fuckin freaks?

Flow fast and gawdy with chinchilla minx

Hoes trash they ? and cant barely ?

Ma we can take it to another life level

Somethin like whole diamond round ya ice bezel

I heard a few niggas hatin on your nice fellow

But did they know your range cherry and ya ice yellow

I holla at you neccessary when it's nice hello

It's Fresh, 50 bricks nigga on my grind level


Ayo A talk to these niggas.. you know we poor but cop chilly wrists niggas.. stackin chips niggas.. and official hood figures


Been locked in since them wally moccassins and them drop top bm's

ya'll shoulda cock blocked me then

Now a dime later haters try n 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


Came in the spot wit 6 bad brawds, lift Jag doors

Never too gawdy but my wrist wrapped raw

Flip packs of raw, slick black valor

Reacquainted with rap now we rip half of these tours

Pull up at the summer league games Ashton 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

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I handle pop niggas CL split top

so listen up to whos runnin 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

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And you could see Fresh livin good enjoyin my health

Now we runnin in the bars and we buyin the shelfs

M5 burn rubber we denyin the belts

Big bottles of that Don and we dyin for help

Niggas, shit back up when the Ashton dash up

The shit ash color mack in the black truck