Fresh

Five One Two is the area code
Twenty minutes to the studio I'm ready to go
Coconut water by side, sipping' it slow, and of course
I got the gas rolled up in a joint

On the road, thinkin' bout my life at every red light
The feria, gettin' that money, you're dead right
The weights like nothing on my shoulder but plain white
Tee with a lower case t on my chain like, Fresh

Walkin' through the produce section
Record a whole album in just one session
Making dreams in the car, be it poppin' like carbination
Harvesting the rain is part of the operation

Not to mention that I cannot get lost anymore
Many doors have been opened for this young animal
And my load, and mentally I be headed for war
Catch the ball, hand me the papers I'm selling my soul

To my self, never let anyone else take control
Leave me alone, this life was meant for me not for y'all
Stay in your lane, cause ain't enough room in my car
I got two car seats in the back, see who I do it for

I ain't worried bout a damn thing
Its return of the rapper but I ain't on shrink
My lyrics on Fat Joe, its time to make rain
They want me to X off, but I ain't no lame, cause you know I'm from the

Five One Two is the area code
Twenty minutes to the studio I'm ready to go
Coconut water by side, sipping' it slow, and of course
I got the gas rolled up in a joint

On the road, thinkin' bout my life at every red light
The feria, gettin' that money, you're dead right
The weights like nothing on my shoulder but plain white
Tee with a lower case t on my chain like, Fresh