Lyrics F.R.E.S.H. - Axe Murder Boyz

F.R.E.S.H.

I’m waiting on the rain
Waiting on the pain to come
And I know it’s gon' come
I’m waiting on the love
I’m looking but it ain’t no love
Homie it ain’t no love
Yeah
Fresh to me is like stabbing a motherfucker and flipping your homeboy off just
cause he got cut-off in traffic
I’m waiting on the love
I’m looking but it ain’t no love
Homie it ain’t no love
That fresher that I represent
My dollar bill and thirty cent
Picking me up a 40 ounce
Heading off into the venue with my homie on his pick-me-up
He said I got the hook, what’s up?
I got a fifty on it so you know I’m like «I don’t give a fuck»
That we about to rock a show
Th retail goes up on my phone
Bitchs wanna chill before I rip a fucking microphone
The crew is hella tripping yo
We got ten minutes till we go
Hit the crowd, bust it loud
I’m pickity fresh like smoking pound