9/11 (First Day Out)

(Gotta feel like a million dollars) (Turn me up)

(Turn me up in the headphones) (I got her head gone)

(Told her cut the fan on)

Brand new “cut the fan on” chain

This bitch cost 200k

How you flex 100 bands

You place a order at the bank

D.A tryna legislate

I’m still screaming fuck the state

Don’t ask me is I’m happy I’m home stupid

Whatchu thank

And this morning put my blues on drippy

They could lock me up fasho but can’t kill me

Industry, miss me

Favorite rapper, snitching

Running to the booth cause his lips sing (alright)

They thought I would never jump, I showed em like a double dutch

Ima fuck her over every time she got a bubblebutt

She go French tip, I tip her where her toes are

Let’s get it crackin my BM, I gotta throw sum.

Too clumsy, I be the one without a drop

Hellcats in the graveyard, wake up all the opps

Told you all my life, how I made it rock

This the life of hot, stay real but still got **** locked up, in a minute they don’t hear my voice , told my son I ever go this long without you it’s by force

****, pain in my eyes I never shedded tears of joy

Gang hear my cry, then they’ll be loading up for war

[Hook]

Brand new “cut the fan on” chain This bitch cost 200k

How you flex 100 bands

You place a order at the bank D.A tryna legislate

I’m still screaming fuck the state

Don’t ask me is I’m happy I’m home stupid Whatchu thank

And this morning put my blues on drippy

They could lock me up fasho but can’t kill me

Industry, miss me

Favorite rapper, snitching

Running to the booth cause his lips sing (alright)

Jail talk, devil want my soul ****, hell talk

Shorted all the bros ****? Hell nah

23 in 1 get a hour out that cell dawg

Feds watching, they just waitin on me to mail yall

Out the bank, that cake be coming crispy like funnel

My neck be so icy, I could light up me a tunnel

Fell asleep in bed with seven bitches on my momma

Sippin codeine on a PJ, hoppin off in my pajamas

Ain’t no more blues, chicken souse, junk food still same bump too Look what I come home to this the life I belong to

I’m hoping that you come with me I don’t want to have to coach you [Hook]

Brand new “cut the fan on” chain This bitch cost 200k

How you flex 100 bands

You place a order at the bank D.A tryna legislate

I’m still screaming fuck the state

Don’t ask me is I’m happy I’m home stupid Whatchu thank

And this morning put my blues on drippy

They could lock me up fasho but can’t kill me Industry, miss me

Favorite rapper, snitching

Running to the booth cause his lips sing (alright)