Make Me

[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