Lyrics:

[Swizz Beats]
Chillin' in the club in my b-boy stance (Yeah)
My Hoodie On wit' my gun in my pants (Yeah)

[Cassidy]
Yeah
Yeah
Okay
Yeah
I'm ready to get my drink on, on this joint..Let's go

[Hook x2 - 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

[Verse 1 - Cassidy]
I'm...fresh to death, dressed to impress
Fresh for real, nigga dressed to kill
I'm the best for real, I was blessed with skills
The FS in my necklace still
I'm a threat for real, I come at niggas necks for real
Tryna build my success got me stressed for real
I'ma gain 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 an extra clip
I get some extra lip, just expect to die
I...put a whole in your head, cause I hold bread
And my lawyer Johnny Cochran ova here
Clappin' tha pound, he ain't pattin' me down
And I stay strapped man I got my gat on me now..Im just..

[Hook x2 - 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

[Verse 2 - Cassidy]
Yooo...I get it poppin' on the block like a B-Boy
If you cop a couple of rocks you get a free boy
You could take a couple of shots and get a key loy
If you try to take what I got, a stick me boy
See boy tryna fuck around with me boy
Your wrist like fuckin' a bitch with no C boy
I'm a G boy, get smoked by the P 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 pretendin' gon' eventually stop
And the slugs gonna eventually pop
Cause all the real thugs in the box or the penatentary ock
VIP lookin' like a penetentary block..when I'm..

[Hook x2 - 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

[Verse 3 - Cassidy]
Okayy.. I'm fresh to death like a million bucks
My Benz got big rims and my ceilin' lift up
Dependin' on how I'm feelin' might be wheelin' the truck
Either way the chicks still on my nuts
You know what Im sayin', I ain't playin' with them niggas that be feelin' they tough
I ain't a killa but you still will get touched
I network, sweatshirt with the hood, got the steel in the truck
And my lil man feelin' the dutch while I chill in the cut
On my lean, chicks feelin' my stance
Chinese print on the jeans, chicks feelin' my pants
And I got the steel in my pants, don't grind on me
I can't dance I got the nine on me
The.. hecklor and koch mami fresh from the box mami
Got your punani wet cause I'm fresh to the socks mami
Fresh from the block mami, so I'm makin' it fun
See life a bitch but I'm makin' her cum and I'm

[Hook x2 - 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