Chillin' in the club in my B-Boy stance    My hoodie on wit my gun in my pants      Hook    Swizz Beats:    Chillin' in the club in my B-Boy stance    My hoodie on wit my gun in my pants   I'm fresh to death, I'm fresh to death    I'm fresh to death, I'm fresh to death    I said I'm chillin' in the club in my B-Boy stance    My hoodie on wit my gun in my pants   I'm fresh to death, I'm fresh to death    I'm fresh to death, I'm fresh to death       Verse 1    Cassidy:    I'm, fresh to death dressed to impress, yes    Fresh for real, dressed to kill    I'm the best for real I was blessed with skills    The FS in my necklace ill    I'ma threat for real    I come at niggas necks for real    Try'na build my success got me stressed for real    I done gained my respect cause I'm extra real    And I'm extra fly you just extra high    If it wasn't for them drugs you'd be extra shy    Knowin' if I throw them slugs you gon' testify    F the extra shit get a extra clip    I get some extra lip just expect to die alright    I'll put a hole in ya head cause I hold bread    And my lawyer Johnny Cochran an old head    Clappin' the pound we ain't pattin' 'em the gown    And I stay strapped, man I got my gat on me now    I'm just...       Hook       Verse 2    Cassidy:    I get it poppin' on the block like a B-Boy    If you cop a couple of rocks you get a free boy    You can take a couple of shots to get a kilo    If you try to take what I got or stick me boy    See boy, try to fuck around wit' me boy    The risk like fuckin' a bitch with no C boy    I'm a G boy    Get smoked by the three boy    Coke by the key boy    Got dope and the E boy    Me boy, I'm 'bout to take the industry over    Like for war we was meant to be soldiers    I sat back for years and watched rap cats pretend to be HOVA    Pretend to be Big    Pretend to be Pac    Pretend to be hot    But all that pretending gon' eventually stop    And the slugs gon' eventually pop    Cause all the real thugs in the box    Or the penitentiary ox    VIP lookin' like a penitentiary block    When I'm...       Hook       Verse 3    Cassidy:    I'm fresh to death like a million bucks    My Benz got big rims and my ceilin' lift up    Depending on how I'm feeling might be willing the truck    Either way the chicks still on my nuts    Ya know I'm saying    And I ain't playing with them niggas that be feelin' they tough    I ain't a killa but you still'll get touched    I network sweatshirt with the hood    I be stealin' the snuff    And my lil' man fillin' the dutch    While chillin' the cut    All my lean chicks feelin' my stance    Chinese spring on the jeans chicks feelin' my pants    And I got the steal in my pants    Don't grind on me    I can't dance I got the 9 on me    Heckler and Cotch mami    Fresh from the box mami    Gotcha panani wet cause I'm fresh to the sox mami    Fresh from the block mami    So I makin' it fun    See lifes a bitch but I'm makin' her cum    And I'm...       Hook