First Day Out

I'm startin' out my day with a chopper

Then pick up my daughter from my baby mama's

Then I shrimp and steak

Benihana's

Like my birthday, I want cake and a box of condoms

And turn up with **** like I never saw them

And pull up on my **** like I never saw 'em

I'm startin' out my day with a chopper

Like my birthday, I want cake and a box of condoms

Jimmy home, start checkin' your bitches phone again

Feel like twenty ten, all these honkies callin' my phone again

I'm in your backyard again, ****, no Nickelodeon

Pockets on a hungry chick, **** is Ethiopian

Left the door cracked for you **** who still ain't open it

Took the cookie jar off the stove, it got the coke in it

The fans got my showin' my ass, so inappropriate

The Xans got me losin' my stance, no more controllin' it

So I might forget who I smashed or ****'s ho I it

Still skinny Jimmy, what I look like on some bulky shit?

Still pretty Ricky, I blow your ho the emoji kiss

Ain't another **** in my city I need to go against

Now I'm focusin', tryna give lane and G's hope again

I wrote this shit two weeks in, with no pad or pen

Now who gon' pay rap boy lawyer if I go broke again?

My mama, mowin' them, baby Jace, Aubrey you need a win

I'm startin' out my day with a chopper

Then pick up my daughter from my baby mama's

Then I shrimp and steak

Benihana's

Like my birthday, I want cake and a box of condoms

And turn up with **** like I never saw them

And pull up on my **** like I never saw 'em

I'm startin' out my day with a chopper

Like my birthday, I want cake and a box of condoms

Just yesterday I woke up in a jail cell

Came a long way from bustin' down them dope sales

I pray every day we make it off them food stamps

I just wanna watch my lil' brother go to training camp

Run the cheddar up, hit shocks and the cheese melt

You ain't lose lumber with me, you don't know how it felt

I ask myself, "How I win with the hand I was dealt?"

It's like I'm puntin' on the court, tryna dunk on the field

Damn, and I got hit with probation violation

You ask me, shit, I just think my probation was hatin'

Ride in the city with the calculator calculatin'

Nineteen five for one, two for the Walter Payton

Free my **** True, he don't shoot, he fightin' that home invasion

Feds wanna kill me, say I'm guilty by association

V-V-S is in my charm, chain the color, add the penguins

City gettin' shitted on till they treat me like I'm famous

I'm startin' out my day with a chopper

Then pick up my daughter from my baby mama's

Then I shrimp and steak

Benihana's

Like my birthday, I want cake and a box of condoms

And turn up with **** like I never saw them

And pull up on my **** like I never saw 'em

I'm startin' out my day with a chopper

Like my birthday, I want cake and a box of condoms