lirik lagu cashier fresh – hate me while you can
i’m not tryna grow up a shooter i see where that gets you that’s dead or in prison
not tryna preach but i be on the streets and i’m shocked that there’s n-ggas still living
asking for help from these n-ggas and b-tches and no surprise they never give it
racks to myself i don’t share with the rest i might stack for a while then go spend it
pbc belt i don’t rock with no gucci cause n-ggas be hurt when you get it
polo all on me they don’t know whats on me
they wondering where did he get it
left me in cold for one of them hoes for that you can’t be forgiven
if i’m getting strolled and you running home i’m whooping yo -ss when they finished
[verse 2]
rolling that kush for my dinner aye
she wanna smoke with a winner aye
see me in my hood now shorty got wood i sent her -ss home with some splinters aye
i had a few packs but f-cked them right up man i used to drill like a beginner aye
i go to church with my granny, get judged by my family by 5 could get back to a sinner aye
[verse 3]
mama want her baby back but he died a long time ago
trump gon’ bring the 80’s back
crack getting sold by the dime so
i gotta get on my grind get, pops and my moms a crib out in idaho
don’t know where that’s at but it’s far from the trap so its better than nothing we outta here
fresh curry n-gga i don’t drive i just shoot
you be lackin’ off them xans you gon’ die on the stoop
on the roof
i’m in brooklyn taking’ pics i feel important
but them ports got me so nauseous had like 40 since i got here
i’m a weird baby don’t judge me
reach inside your bag when you ain’t looking for that dub piece
spent that on 2 grams from the plug smoking lovely
roll a herbo when i sell a bread i don’t do [?]
excuse me
she f-ck me for the clout then shorty routed d-mn she used me
put me on the story called me boo now that’s amusing
got a lot of power i admit that i abuse it
no hoes in the stu you know the rules we making music
don’t allow distractions, pictures never flashing
no need to alarm them, save it for the action
fresh when you gon drop sh-t, that’s a cl-ssic
y’all be on that tough sh-t, that’s that sh-t we laugh at
i need every dime pack, that means that i’m taxing
you cannot compare us, you not in my bracket
i’m from 60k don’t know no bloods don’t say whats brackin’
i only do the weed cause pills and lean will have you slackin’
sprites to buy your fans but in reality a trashcan
tryna be whats next but do the same thing as the last man
touch down in your city first question: “where the gas at?”
give his -ss a check then bring the pack back to the sheriton
can’t afford the hilton, but i still wear rap sh-t
i’m a walking paradox, some call me a b-st-rd
don’t care if you care or not, your opinion don’t matter
you copied my whole formula, to be honest i’m flattered
said they want that old fresh, new me pockets fatter
old fresh had them chains on, new fresh got his cash up
old fresh was so clouty clouty, new fresh is a has-been
mostly cause i’m rolling more gas then i had then
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