Day 1

Trap in the back None of you niggas ain’t never sold packs All of this ice on my neck n the shit on my pinky It cost me atleast 4 stacks You ain’t never sold crack You told scrap, you a whole rat Got to third base wit ya bitch I ain’t have no bat No cap, no cap, no cap I’m a New York nigga, muthafucka quote that. Bitch got u lined cuz u walkin round wit no strap Had to do some time somebody snitched n I know that Il come thru lay ya down Like a door mat I ain’t never goin back to jail That’s all facts Niggas talkin like they this and they all dat Till they get punched in they face And they jaw crack Robbed for chain, ring, watch and ball cap Now you know not to come around me wit all at Everybody ain’t ya mans Even tho they might say so Cuz when I got knocked It was crickets for days yo They wanna come around When you gettin that cake tho Y’all niggas ain’t real You look more like a plate bro You get paid in pesos Get you sprayed like maaco Nobody’s make a move till I say so I’m runnin this shit You got a problem wit it Say something quick Or hold ya tongue before you hit the streets Runnin ya lip Cuz the streets be talkin Just as much as ya bitch I ain’t doing a show for less than a grip Come correct wit it I got a 9ine if you bringing disrespect wit it Corle got a shotty And he could take off ya neck wit it Day 1 I do this for my day 1s Been with that nigga since like day 1 This shit is for my day 1s yea This shit is for my Day 1 niggas All my A1 niggas All my entrepreneur K-1 niggas All the ones that believed In me when I was blind And I couldn’t see So unfocused even that couldn’t dream Couldn’t imagine of manifesting my passion Now I got a degree, not a degree But a certifications better for me A lot of niggas turned back When I turned up the heat Now who’s left, it’s just me and like 3 Niggas said I’m crazy and dumb But shit I’m smarter than he But I’m only in competition wit me This y’all niggas problem Y’all procrastinating and waiting That isn’t patient Sitting on ya ass While you watchin everyone graduating Waiting for the perfect time But the perfect timing is now Tomorrow isn’t promised, n if you died would u be proud I wasted plenty of time, was losing my mind I shoulda been grindin But since I been home from jail This 3rd time around a nigga been shining Collecting my royalties, loyally And I don’t need yo ass employing me Cuz I’m a Label owner made myself the CEO #Supportblackbuisness but I don’t need ya dough Just blast my music in ya whip on ya leisure tho Y’all thought it was over right This dick done fucked up her life I made many sacrifice So I won’t go to hell in my afterlife Headcrack nigga pass the dice You wish you half as nice Racism is alive and well They cross the street when I pass at night I thank y’all for the love and support Respect is something that can be taught But my loyalty can not be bought Trap in my town ima need to extort Now I got the ball in my court Hands in the air Money all on the floor G.O.D till the death of me You know the rest I’m a slave to the Dolla of course