First Day Out

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Album: First Day Out Durasi: 2:09

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Got out of jail again, and again, and again

I can never fold on none of my niggas

I'm the one they talk about be the menace

I got niggas serving bricks out the fender

That Karma keep coming back when I was getting it

A lot of you niggas be changing when you get famous

Talking that shit but you really not gangster

These niggas claiming that they bout it bout it

We pull them choppers out and homicide them

We used to trap up at the Texaco

Never sold my soul I had to take the blow

Hand to understand I had to sacrifice

I was living life I had to pay the price

Lost everything I had like Solomon

Got it back like it's like I hit the lottery

For my fans I gotta say apologies

They holding me down and they ride for me

A hundred thousand for a Plain Jane

When you locked up, got to maintain

Caught a Fed case with the cocaine

Start telling names, playing blame games

That ain't the shit that I call a hunna

I was the boss and you was the runner

I cooked the dope while she count the commas

If she run with the money I kill her momma

Do you really fuck with me? Sometimes I wonder

Where was you at when that drought was coming

You be bumping your gun but ain't saying nothing

Got your bitch in the condo we have a slumber

I might pull up with a hundred bricks in a Hummer

I cannot tell cause the code that I honor

I know one nigga who came from the jungle

He told me get money, don't want nothing from you