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1st Day Out

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Got out of jail again, and again, and again

[Hook]
I can never fold on none of my n***as
I’m the one they talk about be the menace
I got n***as serving bricks out the fender
That Karma keep coming back when I was getting it
A lot of you n***as be changing when you get famous
Talking that shit but you really not gangster
These n***as claiming that they bout it bout it
We pull them choppers out and homicide them
We used to trap up at the Texaco
Never sold my soul I had to take the blow
Hand to understand I had to sacrifice
I was living life I had to pay the price
Lost everything I had like Solomon
Got it back like it’s like I hit the lottery
For my fans I gotta say apologies
They holding me down and they ride for me

[Verse 1]
A hundred thousand for a Plain Jane
When you locked up, got to maintain
Caught a Fed case with the cocaine
Start telling names, playing blame games
That ain’t the shit that I call a hunna
I was the boss and you was the runner
I cooked the dope while she count the commas
If she run with the money I kill her momma
Do you really fuck with me? Sometimes I wonder
Where was you at when that drought was coming
You be bumping your gun but ain’t saying nothing
Got your bitch in the condo we have a slumber
I might pull up with a hundred bricks in a Hummer
I cannot tell cause the code that I honor
I know one n***a who came from the jungle
He told me get money, don’t want nothing from you
[Hook]
I can never fold on none of my n***as
I’m the one they talk about be the menace
I got n***as serving bricks out the fender
That Karma keep coming back when I was getting it
A lot of you n***as be changing when you get famous
Talking that shit but you really not gangster
These n***as claiming that they bout it bout it
We pull them choppers out and homicide them
We used to trap up at the Texaco
Never sold my soul I had to take the blow
Hand to understand I had to sacrifice
I was living life I had to pay the price
Lost everything I had like Solomon
Got it back like It’s like I hit the lottery
For my fans I gotta say apologies
They holding me down and they ride for me