First Day Out

(álbum: The Keymix II - 2020)

Look, I'll be honest it ain't no competition
They say Lakeyah keep 'em pressed and all these hoes got offended
Keep a couple stripe shirts on my nigga I'm winning
Tryna take me out the game and we gon' blow your whistle
Made it back there when we outta the states to make it triple
Let me upgrade you baby you still in the same position
You still running up a dollar
At this point you can't get it
The difference between us bitch is you chasing a bag I'm in it bitch
Then I had my works up now I got my racks in
And beefing with you bum bitches that was back then
I said five, four features bitch I need ten
And bitch I said that I'm the G.O.A.T. 'cause I really am
A pretty bitch I talk shit ain't gotta do much
I hit my nigga like a wood is it smoke or what?
I ain't gotta put my hands on you bitch you getting touched
I'm going crazy so these bitches really know what's up
I need me a bag I'm talking a big one
I still want you bitches dead if I aim I'm gon' hit one
Man I know these bitches hate me and my comments going crazy
Put some beef you gotta pay me who the fuck am gon' steal from
I'm the youngest in charge, 18 I'm a beast
I like designers and cars so I'm taxing a fee
Look I'm a bitch but I'm hard and all your niggas is sweet
He only up that shit with you so why he carry that piece?
But my niggas some real hitters, we running 'round with tools out
Hit up in the party if she on spread the roomed out
Hang broke bitches that ain't me so we ain't cool now
Student of the game but running laps around the school house
On God