streets I ain't gotta say shit that goin show what it is [Hook: x2] I'm Fresh I'm Fresh, I'm Fresh, Oh Yes Oh-O-O-I'm Fresh I'm Fresh, I'm Fresh, Oh
I'm the man (I bet I got a lawyer that can get'cha outta town) I bet they run up on me I'm a help em understand (I bet I get a month to make another
to hit the beltway Headed down I-10, candy paint in the wind Riding twins they Lorenz, in a big body Benz [Chorus] [Lil Head] I'm on Dubs, bitch I'm
(feat. Lil' B) [Trae] Guerilla Maab in the trunk, when I'm whipping the boulevard Rearrange the block when I swang and bang, I'm gripping grain Banging
is how I'm living, I ain't gotta tell y'all I'm about my mail dog, they told me I would fail y'all I'm a hustler, I ain't gotta use a fucking scale dog
punch [Hook] [Trae] When I flip in my slab I'm fin to beat they back off, like I was legs Sitting low and tinted on chrome, gangstafied till I'm finished I'm
I'm scoping out my side mirrors, when my car's in park It's after dark, and my slab is fresh meat to these sharks Boys thinking I been drinking, so I'm
now, cause I'm real" "How you like me" [Chorus] [Verse 1: Rob G] Now tell me How you like me now, cause I'm real (I'm real) You see I was that before
point that he in another place? Real talk I-I-I aint the one but I lean on haters, looking so clean on gator Try to jack me, I guarantee I'll put the
dumping 23 in they jersey I'm sick and I'm slick, I run with gang bangers and jackers Frame plackers and bad actors, being watched by them crackers I'm
evidence I be in the rear view now you wonder where I went I'm a get you if I owe ya-visit ya residence lay the murk game down and then I'm a hit the
to the club I don't ruberband shit I got trash bags Niggas make it rain, I'm a make it flood I ain't gonna talk shit I'm a talk bread I f a hater don'
everything is gravy P.A.T. I'm reppin' it, Air Jordans I'm steppin' for warfare I been prepping so know that I gots my weapon I'm ready for regulating
track I abuse it Been drankin all day, I done dunked the whole cruiser Name a nigga better, the place I'm right in front of me I lay em face down in the
sto' I'm telling that ain't the way to go, play your role But you don't hear me though, this what I'm living fo' Hustle till I get mine, grind cause
for months, I'm taking haters to lunch Paul Wall and Trae, hit em with that one-two punch [Hook] [Trae] When I flip in my slab I'm fin to beat they
