I’m fresh to death on these hoes, walking in through the door

Pussy poppin’ on a handstand, drop it real low

Get your face off the floor, yeah you heard it before

I’m that same chick, the one that left your name at the door

I’m fresh to death on these hoes, walking in through the door

Pussy poppin on a handstand, drop it real low

Get your face off the floor, yeah you heard it before

I’m that same nigga, the one that left your name at the door

Now you act real grand, snorting lines with ya friends

Pop a Molly bitch, I’m over here collecting these bands

No need to hire hitmen to put you under the sand

Howard Simms tappin circles round you, bitch is you playin

You for real you a joke, trick I heard you on dope

Keep my name out your mouth, ’fo’ I wash it with soap

What you can’t comprehend, bitch lets not play pretend

Fresh to death, grim reaper, baby this is your end

Yeah for you there’s no hope, trick I heard you was broke

Chasing trade down the road, sucking dick just for dough

Little bitch understand, that I am the man   

You want to bumble with the bee, well baby this is your chance

(Hook)

Stack you a band, become your own brand

Household name nigga, baby be in demand

One glove on the hand, moonwalk, Neverland

Beat it Michael Jackson style, taking charge of command

But before you begin, get rid of those friends

Olivia Pope on the line, time to fix those loose ends

Death drop of these hoes, then leave them a rose

No photoshopping on those pictures, baby strike a new pose

(Chorus)

I’m fresh to death on these hoes, walking in through the door

Pussy poppin on a handstand, drop it real low

Get your face off the floor, yeah you heard it before

I’m that same chick, the one that left your name at the door

I’m fresh to death on these hoes, walking in through the door

Pussy poppin on a handstand, drop it real low

Get your face off the floor, yeah you heard it before

I’m that same chick, the one that left your name at the door

I’m fresh to death on these hoes, booking sold out shows

Making all this money, might buy a new nose

I’m taking pics with the fans, I’m wildn’ out on the ‘gram

Meet and greets lit bitch, then I travel new lands

Harriett Tubmans on hand, then link up with my man

Fifty Shades of Grey kinky type wonderlands

Private islands, it’s lit, we build houses and shit, 

Generational wealth that I’m passing on to my kid

I had a boy not a girl, rockin’ a natural curl

’Til he locked it all up and now he ruling his world 

We taking over this earth, I’ve school them from birth

Never allow a fuck nigga to ever tell you your worth

Shine bright like a star, the star that you are

Keep your head held high and keep you a memoir

When your dead and your gone, your legacy will live on

Fresh after death, baby you are phenomenal 

(Hook)

Stack you a band, become your own brand

Household name nigga, baby be in demand

One glove on the hand, moonwalk, Neverland

Beat it Michael Jackson style, taking charge of command

But before you begin, get rid of those friends

Olivia Pope on the line, time to fix those loose ends

Death drop of these hoes, then leave them a rose

No photoshopping on those pictures, baby strike a new pose

(Chorus)

I’m fresh to death on these hoes, walking in through the door

Pussy poppin on a handstand, drop it real low

Get your face off the floor, yeah you heard it before

I’m that same chick, the one that left your name at the door

I’m fresh to death on these hoes, walking in through the door

Pussy poppin on a handstand, drop it real low

Get your face off the floor, yeah you heard it before

I’m that same chick, the one that left your name at the door

(Bridge)

I’m taking over this earth, been doing it since birth

Fresh to death even when they put me under the dirt

I’m taking over this earth, been doing it since birth

Fresh to death even when they put me under the dirt

This ain’t what you want, I’m Misty Copeland on point

Yoncé shoutin’ out the queen on the cover of Flaunt

I say this ain’t what you want, I’m Misty Copeland on point

Yoncé shoutin’ out the queen on the cover of Flaunt

(Chorus)

I’m fresh to death on these hoes, walking in through the door

Pussy poppin on a handstand, drop it real low

Get your face off the floor, yeah you heard it before

I’m that same chick, the one that left your name at the door

I’m fresh to death on these hoes, walking in through the door

Pussy poppin on a handstand, drop it real low

Get your face off the floor, yeah you heard it before

I’m that same chick, the one that left your name at the door