First Day Out

[Verse 1]
I never had a good idol
It was four days away from court date, I told my celly go draw for the Bible
My grandma she prayin’ for me, but don’t pray for me, go pray for my rivals
Walk downs, did it like Michael
Only seventeen and I made shootin’ apart of my cycle
I got it, nigga, I’m not boxin’, huh
Me and low, we’re locked in
I’m up in this car wit’ two switches and a semi’, it’s ‘bout to get crosses
My driver he slap it in sport, and me and the cros you know that we’re off this
I had a dream and I had it all, how I end up in a cell? I almost lost it
Walk in the trap start stirrin’ it up
How is it almost 2025 and you’re broke? Lil bro, you’re not servin’ enough
How many times did I go to their ‘rip wit’ a switch in the back, start turnin’ it up?
Get me a whip, use it, burnin’ it up
I know he got hit for certain stuff
He got hit in the leg it start curlin’ up
Damn, she wanna come over here and just dance
I’m in the party servin’ all the grams
If want to beef leave it in the streets, you know me and Drench slidin’ in the vans
If I’m gone for two weeks, I sit down and bleach
You know I’m tryna come back wit’ some bands
I turn a semi-auto to a fan
You already know I’m ridin’ out for gang
Now that I’m back out of jail I can talk my shit, huh
Now that I’m back out of jail I can grab my stick and go walk they ‘rip
Bitch, 3K or more for the fit
Your bitch comin’ ‘round doin’ dick ‘cause I’m lit
Bullets they goin’ in and out of his body, he trippin’ over, yellin’ out “I’m hit”
A certain man died over a bitch
He had a kit, crodie robbed him off rip
My crodie fresh out the box, he callin’ my phone down, he tryna go hit a lick
My EMT just landed, this hoe dumb if she think I’ma go out and trick
I’m wit’ the Bloodies and Crips
Dreams of honey buns and pushin’ the bricks, huh

[Verse 2]
Now that I’m back out of jail I can talk my shit, huh
Now that I’m back out of jail I can grab my stick and go walk they ‘rip, huh
Bitch, 3K or more for the fit
Your bitch comin’ ‘round doin’ dick ‘cause I’m lit
If you’re scared then go grab a Bible
We do walk downs like Michael
Got it, I’m not boxin’, huh
Me and low, we’re locked in
I’m up in this car wit’ two switches and a semi, it’s ‘bout to get crosses
My driver he slap it in sport, and me and the cros you know that we’re off this
I had a dream and I had it all, how I end up in a cell I almost-