Mr. Fresh Lyrics

Always ready like life is a test

I'm tatted up from my ribs to chest

Spinning my nappy ass fro with the sponge

Thought I was dirty I'm lock tight fresh

Business shirt on show the ring on my chest

Casual belt on and my pants they pressed

Sliding through Tokyo, head held high

You can just call me MR. FRESH

Walk through the city looking like the man

All eyes on me feeling like I'm pressed

Why they keep staring at me like damn

Who is this foreigner from the west

It's that boy APPY I move like I'm blessed

Fly like a eagle I'm far from the nest

Take out a pen and start taking notes

You can just call me MR. FRESH

Fresh to death

You would think that I just hopped out a casket like I'm possessed

The way I'm consistently dripped down and proper

Some hate for no reason, I got em stressed

My aura so bright, I make a hater go blind

From my head to the top of my shoes I shine

Fresh out the gym while I'm writing these rhymes

I'm flexing like Ronnie Coleman on the grind

I'm walking through setagaya like a runway

Dressed like I'm going to church on Sunday

But it's a Monday, life is a movie It's never mundane

Walk in the class they don't know how to react

Moonwalking in thought I was Michael Jack

Public enemy dripped down in all black

Playing my hand wise like I play blackjack

Good under pressure like I'm a quarterback

I take out my pen and my pad

The way that I write, my ink is designer

During the day I go to school

So many haters I put on my blinders

During the night I'm chilling and cool

Flyer than a airliner is my mood

I'm doing my work while my baby make food

Always ready like life is a test

I'm tatted up from my ribs to chest

Spinning my nappy ass fro with the sponge

Thought I was dirty I'm lock tight fresh

Business shirt on show the ring on my chest

Casual belt on and my pants they pressed

Sliding through Tokyo, head held high

You can just call me MR. FRESH

Walk through the city looking like the man

All eyes on me feeling like I'm pressed

Why they keep staring at me like damn

Who is this foreigner from the west

It's that boy APPY I move like I'm blessed

Fly like a eagle I'm far from the nest

Take out a pen and start taking notes

You can just call me MR. FRESH