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

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