First Day Out
Studio Of Legends
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Uh, I've never had a good idol
Was four days away from court date
I told my son he gon' drop for the Bible
My grandma, she praying for me
But don't pray for me, go pray for my rivals
Walk downs, did it like Micheal
Only 17 and I made shooting a part of my cycle
I got a nigga I'm not boxing, huh (Boxing)
Me and Lo, we're locked in (We're locked in)
I hop in this car, with two switches and semi, it's boutta get crosses
My driver, he slap it in sport and me and the cro's
You know that we're off this
I had a dream and I had it all
I ended up in a cell, I almost lost it
Walk in the trap, start stirring it up
How is it almost 2025 and you're broke lil bro
You're not serving enough
How many times did I go to the rib
Put a switch in the back, start turning it up
Get me a whip he start burning it up
I know he got hit, for certain stuff
He got hit in the leg, start curling it up
Damn, she wanna come here and just dance
I'm in the party serving all the grams
If he wanna beef, leave it in the streets
You know me and Drench is sliding in advance
Took off for two weeks, I sit down and bleach
You know I'm just tryna come back with some bands
I turn a semi-auto to a fan
You already know I'm riding off a gang
Now that I'm back in the jail, I can talk my shit, huh
Now that I'm back in the jail
I can grab my stick and go walk they rib, bitch
3K, I'm up for the fit
Your bitch come around do a dick cause I'm lit
Bullets they goin' out of his body
He tripping over, he laying out "I'm hit"
A certain man died over a bitch
He had to kick crodie right off a rip
My crodie fresh out the box
He calling my phone down
He tryna go hit a lick
My EMT just landed
This hoe dumb if she think I'mma go out and trick
I'm with the bloodies and the crips
J's a honey bun and pushing them bricks
Now that I'm back in the jail, I can talk my shit, huh
Now that I'm back in the jail
I can grab my stick and go walk they rib, huh
3K, I'm up for the fit
Your bitch come around do a dick cause I'm lit
If you're scared then go grab a Bible
We do walk-downs like Micheal
Got it I'm not boxing, huh (I'm not boxing)
Me and Lo, we're locked in (Me and lo)
I hop in this car, with two switches and semi, it's boutta get crosses
My driver, he slap it in sport and me and the cro's
You know that we're off this
I had a dream and I had it all
I ended up in a cell, I almost-