First Day Out NoCap
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[Intro]
(kimj ballin' on these hoes, huh?)
(Rude Dolph)
[Verse 1]
Fuck this fame, it's gettin' terrible, nigga
The rap game gettin' scarier, nigga
My opps sick, they know they can die like any day
Do time, bitch, I won't pay that boy to drop no case (Ayy)
Fuck it, I'ma ball like I'm Syracuse (Ayy)
Fuck it, I'ma ball, it ain't no excuses
If I was a waitress, bitch, I prolly still wouldn't serve 'em
Nigga, them bitches tried to do me like I'm Bobby Shmurda
6ix9ine couldn't get up on this track if he was jumpin' hurdles
Glad that I'm alive
You see murder in my eyes, you see guns on my side
I'm a demon who can't love, I see dreams in my cup
I was broke, I was stuck
Who would've thought it would be us here?
Who would've thought that it'd be us here?
Reach for my chain, he see a gun lift (Ayy)
I walked through rain in my Moncler
I tried to make, this pain so unreal
Flawless diamonds permanent, this is no grill
I'd rather use a stove, this is no grill
Sittin' in my cell as I read The Cartel
I'd shoot it out with the police before I go back to jail, gracias
(kimj ballin' on these hoes, huh?)
(Rude Dolph)
[Verse 1]
Fuck this fame, it's gettin' terrible, nigga
The rap game gettin' scarier, nigga
My opps sick, they know they can die like any day
Do time, bitch, I won't pay that boy to drop no case (Ayy)
Fuck it, I'ma ball like I'm Syracuse (Ayy)
Fuck it, I'ma ball, it ain't no excuses
If I was a waitress, bitch, I prolly still wouldn't serve 'em
Nigga, them bitches tried to do me like I'm Bobby Shmurda
6ix9ine couldn't get up on this track if he was jumpin' hurdles
Glad that I'm alive
You see murder in my eyes, you see guns on my side
I'm a demon who can't love, I see dreams in my cup
I was broke, I was stuck
Who would've thought it would be us here?
Who would've thought that it'd be us here?
Reach for my chain, he see a gun lift (Ayy)
I walked through rain in my Moncler
I tried to make, this pain so unreal
Flawless diamonds permanent, this is no grill
I'd rather use a stove, this is no grill
Sittin' in my cell as I read The Cartel
I'd shoot it out with the police before I go back to jail, gracias
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