[Verse 1: Lord GEM]
Stay fresh like a new born
Fresher than new Timberlands with no foot on
That’s what amma put on
Mix it with Salvatore Ferragamo suit on
Amouage perfume, what I ooze on
I got a fetish to be everly fresh
Heavily blessed, dress to impress, not stressing a sweat
Even professionals bet on my level of fresh
“50k says he's coming in a Benz or a lex”
Brown skin boy... I let you see the melanin
Dripping all white like cherubim and seraphim
Ain’t no other nigga with thеse set of genеs/jeans
Extraordinary fashion, I was tailor-made with better seams
Even my meta-schemes are forever clean
Too Fresh for TV, I advise you get a clearer screen
Cash rules, too much cheddar means
Always fresh to death, even my cadaver stays evergreen
[Verse 2: Plasthic Slash]
Action, It's the bad son that got passion for mics
Flowing robes and strapped sandals like the fashion of Christ
Got my bitch implants in France, now I play with bigger breasts
And when she says, "My baby is the best", she says it with her chest
Time I wrote JAMB, was getting 'em checks, I had on linen
Had girls in the hall stretching 'em necks like Padaung women
I ticked all the right boxes, look that triple entendre
Broke hearts of Nigerian babes like Super Eagles are fond of
Spat with chic I used kiss but since I've gotten richer
She wanna wipe the slate clean like a kindergarten teacher
Willing to make a fresh start like Jeff in 1985
She said, "My acid tongue been basified and I've been ladified"
No more rough play with guys and foreplay in rides
Man, I bored dame twice and the whore came thrice
From so much time spent with her on telephone to a Noname
Even matches made heaven quickly become old flames
[Outro: Illgod]
Fresh for the two oh, you suckers!