Fresher Than Ever

[Verse 1: Gudda Gudda] Yea, man we came from the bottom Stunna told me get these niggas so I got em! Man these women treat you different when you popping Well I ain't tripping i'm just tryna get inside em Deep Sea Diving And i'm just happy that a nigga made it And i'm able to put food on my kitchen table Life is crazy, I remember I ain't have shit Now i'm in the foreign, mashing on the gas quick Gotta watch my back, these niggas hating on a young nigga Stand up nigga; i will never run nigga God as my witness, ima be the one nigga Shock the world, and let em watch my kingdom come nigga 10 killers can't amount to this one nigga I never fold, keep my hand on my gun nigga Momma told em kill em with my music slowly The game over, and ima cross over like Kobe Now get it nigga! [Bridge 1: Birdman] Yea, Number 1 in that field nigga We out there shining and trappin Just know it's real out there, so be real out there Stacks on top of stacks Bitches, whips, floss, gettin in puttin it in nigga [Verse 2: Jae Millz] Swerve on a hater like, "fuck your life" Just out of spite, if that's your girl then I'ma fuck her twice We ain't from here, if you ain't known better tuck your ice I'll put a brick on your head, consider that your price If its about money, you can count me in I'll turn 50 to 100 before you can count to 10 End up missing fuckin with Millz, never found again Rappers thinks they nice Congrats, they must have found my pen Shit is real I take it to the heart now I never gave a fuck so why start now? You boys goldfish, swimming with the sharks now Fuck what you drive, just know you will get parked now Millzy in this bitch, and now i'm on the top now I used to want the streets, got those I want the charts now What I rap I live it, What I make I flip it Money stand tall as Roy Hibbert hater forget it Young Money! [Bridge 2: Birdman] Yea, where I from nigga even killas get killed Just the life boy, the bigger the nigga the bigger the bullet But at the end of the day its all about that money nigga Ball baby ball, you understand me? From 100 to 1000 nigga yea from a mill to these mills man [Verse 3: Flow] Okay, them birds fly high but we get them bitches cheap Table full of coke who say two mountains never meet Glock 23 and a chopper with a stock lift Bandanna tied around my head on my Pac shit Watch em run and yell bitch nigga tuck your tail Click-Clack (BAH! BAH!) throw the Glock in the canal You know young'n keep it real so you gotta respect him All my niggas kill for me they so overprotective And what's up with these rappers I ain't feeling these niggas Had a talk with Birdman he told me "kill these lil bitches" Man they can't fuck wit me I hope they second guess Nigga you ain't raw Like dope that's re compressed I'll kick in your fuckin door everybody in your house die You better stay in line Or chalk you out, now you outlined Try to show his ass, fucked around and got assed out Rich Gang bitch but I do this for the have-nots [Verse 4: Mack Maine] Uh, man fuck these niggas When I strike i'm sparing everything but these niggas Got a fresh pair of jays All gold shades Rapping like the boss, lookin and i'm tryna get a raise But bitch i'm the boss so a nigga gettin paid Customized life, I got it made Boy you know my chicks is like speakers, 12's and 15's With mad rump in the trunk if you know what I mean (Ha) Fuck twitter nigga in real life nobody follows ya Ya momma should've swallowed ya Ya daddy ain't proud of ya Them niggas that you with ain't got ya back ya crew frontin Bunch of pump fakers acting like they gon' shoot somethin The coupe that I copped the other day was 2 somethin If I mash on the gas that bitch go bout 2 somethin Young Mack my driver but i'm Captain Phillips niggas I'm in the water like a pirate You gassed i'm a hybrid Uh, i get cougars in my granddaddy shirt And get my weed off my family tree that's granddaddy purp You get found under the earth or in the trunk by the bazooka I'm on the side of the road just like a state trooper I run up in your castle, steal your princess King Koopa Better have some weed in that bitch if you pass me that hookah I need the cover of the Forbes before i leave my corpse Streets say that i'm abusive, I always whip the Porsche You ain't in the streets you just jumped off the porch You's a sidewalk nigga For that side talk nigga I'll barbecue your ribs when the fire spark nigga And tonight i'm in the six i left the five parked nigga I smoke that Tokyo until a nigga look Asian Bitch I ball hard Sugar-Slim my sports agent Young Paul George I'm Indiana Pacing Surging with that yappa i'll give ya ass a facelift We the ones to fear though Strong like the Chapperos Allergic to normal, certified weirdos Niggas online be like " FUCK YOU! " I be like ditto I'm coolin puffing good with lil izo at the cribbo Hungry Hungry Hippo Don't cha' be greedy I get rich with my rich gang and give to the needy With Mack in the building pimps retire or get fired It's Young Money the Rise of a fucking Empire I'm Gone [Outro Birdman] Yea, you understand me? Lil Young Money killers Cash Money gangstas Slice a nigga up and put em in the freezer Big money over here boy, you understand me? From the turf puttin in work Ocean City view nigga It's real out'chea boy I see you my nigga, Uptown we in this bitch Yea, holla at me boy Fresher Than Ever nigga x3