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First Day Out

 

First Day Out


Pull up in a new whip
Up front, eight grand
Now you don't get a pack 'til the money in my hand
And I know how to stack now, 'cause I be in the [?]
Yeah, haters these days try to shake my fucking hand
Don't at me
Don't you fucking try to dap me
See me on the street, keep on walking right past me
Huh, called a twitter mom to attack me
But we are not the same, motherfucker, don't at me

Sorry, but I am ahead of you
Went from being broke to paying rent with streaming revenue
Now I get paid to vent and babble shit up in my reticle
My girl [?] starting talking hypothetical
Like "what if everything changes and rearranges?"
Wrote my story down and now you ripping out the pages
You fuck with drugs and that shit is dangerous
Don't need no love, needed to be famous, fucking shameless
But I said the worst has just begun
You hate the person I've become
So we lie and say it's just this once
We can't feel pain if we stay numb
Well I got lost in my head last night again
I stay high but the thoughts keep creeping in
And I try but I never will fit in
That you lied and you're somewhere with him
So I roll up the last to show
I forecast the [?]
Forecast the full cut
Forecast the full set
Forecast is fucked up
Forecasting me blacked out in the bathtub
Hell yeah, I showed up
Hell yeah, I'm blowing up
Nobody wants me here
Guess I'm going home
Sit inside my room to get stoned alone
Disrespect my dick
Disconnect the phone

Pull up in a new whip
Up front, eight grand
Now you don't get a pack 'til the money in my hand
And I know how to stack now, 'cause I be in the [?]
Yeah, haters these days try to shake my fucking hand
Don't at me
Don't you fucking try to dap me
See me on the street, keep on walking right past me
Huh, called a twitter mom to attack me
But we are not the same, motherfucker, don't at me

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