"First Day Out" lyrics
LoczArt
Superstar just popped a bar
(Mic check, one-two, one-two, yeah, what's up, man? It's your boy DonLoc, man, holdin' shit down, man)
Sat in that pocket, yeah
(We tryna get this shit together, man, for the better, man, understand me?)
I feel where you comin' from, cuh
We see eye to eye
You know what I'm sayin'? You hearin' from the horse mouth, I'm back
First day out, pussy
On the phone with Loc and Global talkin' 'bout goin' global
They asked, "Which one you comin' with first?" I got eleven folders
Flew Eliantte to Mississippi, boy, fuck Johnny Dang
They asked, "Have you heard from your girl?" I thought of eleven names
I got hoes from Maine to Spain, my lifestyle wild and strange
They way I'm comin' off the top, they thought I was Lil Wayne
I just told Global whoever booked me, won't send they money back
And I told Loc to bring them randoms, fuck them honey packs
I'm tryna spend that shit like Yung Miami, but not on bitches
With this money or without it, my hoes been submissive
I could sign a deal for five albums, all of them gettin' submitted
I can break down my life story to you and you still wouldn't get it
Sent that ho to Saks, used to rainbow and begin again
My career started before I left, it's finna begin again
I kept it so one hundred, I got blessed with Benjamins
Fuck my old ho, she said, "Boy, that dick hit different now and then"
Niggas lookin' for a gaffe, I'm not your average rapper
Way I bounce back with them M's, I look like I'm a hacker
I ain't gotta convince these niggas that I'm a smacker
You can look into my eyes and see I'm not a actor
Coast clear, we finna take off, the game wide open
Ain't no way you missed that shot and you was wide open
You must thought a nigga was in there chillin' with that time rollin'
I had over fifteen hundred days to find focus
They done let the bull out the chute, I'm finna shake 'em up
For a show, you already know I need eighty plus
They knew what a nigga was finna do, they had to cage me up
I just told that ho, "We just fuckin', we ain't makin' love"
I live for the day, not tomorrow 'cause I may not be alive
I don't fuck with niggas, fuck who beefin', I ain't pickin' sides
Niggas doin' shit for the Internet, you ain't never lied
Boy ain't been real since stimulus check, I guess he retired
I guess he was tired of lyin' to hisself and everybody
If he ain't say free me, then it's fuck him, that go for everybody
Niggas ain't wanna do no features with me, I said, "They scared, probably"
Everybody want the street nigga image, shit, I'm goin' Holly'
I don't wanna do shit them niggas doin', that shit played out
Like a old last cup of wine, them niggas aged out
I ain't walkin' on that red carpet unless it laid out
I ain't Michael Jordan, but I got crack, so this the J's house
Superstar just popped a bar
(Mic check, one-two, one-two, yeah, what's up, man? It's your boy DonLoc, man, holdin' shit down, man)
Sat in that pocket, yeah
(We tryna get this shit together, man, for the better, man, understand me?)
I feel where you comin' from, cuh
We see eye to eye
You know what I'm sayin'? You hearin' from the horse mouth, I'm back
First day out, pussy
On the phone with Loc and Global talkin' 'bout goin' global
They asked, "Which one you comin' with first?" I got eleven folders
Flew Eliantte to Mississippi, boy, fuck Johnny Dang
They asked, "Have you heard from your girl?" I thought of eleven names
I got hoes from Maine to Spain, my lifestyle wild and strange
They way I'm comin' off the top, they thought I was Lil Wayne
I just told Global whoever booked me, won't send they money back
And I told Loc to bring them randoms, fuck them honey packs
I'm tryna spend that shit like Yung Miami, but not on bitches
With this money or without it, my hoes been submissive
I could sign a deal for five albums, all of them gettin' submitted
I can break down my life story to you and you still wouldn't get it
Sent that ho to Saks, used to rainbow and begin again
My career started before I left, it's finna begin again
I kept it so one hundred, I got blessed with Benjamins
Fuck my old ho, she said, "Boy, that dick hit different now and then"
Niggas lookin' for a gaffe, I'm not your average rapper
Way I bounce back with them M's, I look like I'm a hacker
I ain't gotta convince these niggas that I'm a smacker
You can look into my eyes and see I'm not a actor
Coast clear, we finna take off, the game wide open
Ain't no way you missed that shot and you was wide open
You must thought a nigga was in there chillin' with that time rollin'
I had over fifteen hundred days to find focus
They done let the bull out the chute, I'm finna shake 'em up
For a show, you already know I need eighty plus
They knew what a nigga was finna do, they had to cage me up
I just told that ho, "We just fuckin', we ain't makin' love"
I live for the day, not tomorrow 'cause I may not be alive
I don't fuck with niggas, fuck who beefin', I ain't pickin' sides
Niggas doin' shit for the Internet, you ain't never lied
Boy ain't been real since stimulus check, I guess he retired
I guess he was tired of lyin' to hisself and everybody
If he ain't say free me, then it's fuck him, that go for everybody
Niggas ain't wanna do no features with me, I said, "They scared, probably"
Everybody want the street nigga image, shit, I'm goin' Holly'
I don't wanna do shit them niggas doin', that shit played out
Like a old last cup of wine, them niggas aged out
I ain't walkin' on that red carpet unless it laid out
I ain't Michael Jordan, but I got crack, so this the J's house
