Artist: AZ f/ Fresh Album: The Format Song: Make Me Typed by: mg11684@gmail.com [AZ] Yeah I ain't goin nowhere I'ma be here 'til 2030 Y'all could bet that [AZ] Classic material my mojo's back I'm loco, no sunoco, the flows show that the hood no though, for dolo I'ma solo cat fly photos, no polo, I throw those back hung up my scuffed soldier boots, I holds no gat got a crew of little homies for that where the love at still standing I ain't strung on crack still handle it like Pun on tracks so check me out y'all street affili, was born willie, arms is chilly neck froze, fresh clothes, the specs is silly adored for really, war like the lord Achilles I'm too illy, worth more than half a billy so please feel me I'm direct effect and since a kid at fresh fest I've been fresh to death [AZ] Y'all know what it is [Fresh] Go in A [AZ] Hey yo Fresh come on man [Fresh] Yeah [AZ] That's how we do it, let's resurrect the hood Ya heard [Fresh] Uh, yeah the coke game is irregular, the stacks uneven pimp game still cellular, but rap I'm eatin used to pitch packs in the streets took it to the next level hard face watch made by ??? jars of 'dro the chalk just added to beef bars stay hot with raps thats grabbin' the beats double nickel deep down in the bucket seats yacht, master rollie, where my fuckin' freaks flow fast and gaudy with chinchilla minks hoes trash, they bore me, the kid barely blinks ma we can take it to another life level somethin' like the whole diamond 'round your ice bezel I heard a few niggas hatin' on your nice fellow but did they know your range cherry and your ice yellow I'll holla at you, necessary when it's nice hello It's Fresh fifty bricks nigga on my grind level [Fresh] Yo A talk to these niggas you know we ??? chilly wrist niggas stackin chips niggas and official hood figures [AZ] Been locked in since the Wally mochicins and them drop top BM's, I shoulda cock blocked me there now a dime later haters tryin' box me in but like Iverson I skip, hop to the rim back spin, whip rock, fake cock it again it's understood I'm the Hitchcock wit' a friend [Fresh] Yeah came in the spot with six bad broads lift Jag doors, never too gaudy but my wrist wrapped raw flip packs of raw, slick black valure reaquainted with rap now we rip half these tours pull up in the summer league game, Aston Mar hopped out the whip, probally shit- straps and all the crack game is back so is Fresh to ball 330 hard top, cherry red ??? damn flows hot, lock man no rock hot hand don't pop, nigga CL split top so listen up to who's runnin' the game know it's Fresh fifty bricks plus the shit on my chain pour my mix so sick they just stick in your brain the rob ??? sick in the chain now you can see Fresh livin' good, enjoyin' my health now we runnin' in the bars and we buyin' the shelves M5 burn rubber we denyin' the belts big bottles of that Dom and we dying for help niggas should back up when the Aston dash up the shit ash color, mack in the black truck [Fresh] I don't know, I don't know, I'ma cut it my fault, my fault, my fault A man