"First Day Out"
I'm startin off my day with a blunt of herb, lookin myself up see how much I'm worth
I'm ridin down the block in a silver Porsche, dat bitch already know that I'm a flirt
I'm back off in the stu workin on somthin new, you get 8 bar for 10, 12 for that times two
Fifty for a show, twenty for a verse, soon as I'm done I'm countin like a nerd
My baby need somethin new & she get it first, I'm gone be sober real soon so I need some herb
I hopped up out the rari with the louis bag, & if a nigga strivin fuckin do his ass
I count a million dollars in my mansion, hoes everywhere I got bitches dancin
Choppas in the closet, pounds in the den, we got the 30's on us meet they mini me
Couple M16's this ain't no force, all my niggas standin tall on the front porch
I got 3 cars up in my garage, hide my niggas in ya grass bitch camouflage
Sosa back bitch, yeah I'm back bitch, did ya miss me? or ye ain't care bitch?
This that O shit, that O64 shit, that front street GBE 3 double O shit
On my shit list, I'm on the forbes list, since I'm a rich nigga I need a rich bitch
I got a dumb wrist, it do dumb shit, I'm on that dumb shit, that "where ya from shit" BANG!
[Thanks to shane (firstname.lastname@example.org) for correcting these lyrics]
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