"Day One" lyrics

500 grand, eat lobster tails
Hoover niggas got work for sale
So much money, no fingernails
Wide body, engine in the tail
Chrome lips, V12
Kiss the king but don't kiss and tell
So many rings, need a Jordan deal
T-Raww's, and they all for sale
Just bought a Swiss account
Hard to stay the same at this amount
LK, show you what that's about
Hard to check a nigga when the checks don't bounce
Fuck around, drop out of class
Made millions now, my teacher mad
She need a job and I give her that
Young nigga with big stacks
Buy my style and ain't gave it back
Who you think brought you the raw rap?
Who you think taught you the phantom rap?
Gold plates, I reflect in that
Every day my birthday, nigga LA my birthplace
This ain't a race but I'm first place
I never fucked with you in the first place
We on a different pace, nigga so long
I ain't the nigga you could hold on
Ride the wave or just float on
Get off my back, I'm tryna lead on
Always home when the heat's on
When it's cold shoulders niggas be gone
Niggas be gone

I'm still the same nigga, same bitches we know
No difference, been me since day one
Real nigga since day one
'cause I ain't promised day two
Talking 'bout what I'm going through
But who the fuck aksed you?

I'm still the same nigga, same bitches we know
No difference, been me since day one
Real nigga since day one
'cause I ain't promised day two
Talking 'bout what I'm going through
But who the fuck aksed you?

Asked you, asked you
Asked you, asked you
Asked you, asked you
But who the fuck asked you?

Who that be? Who that be?
Who that be? That's me bitch
Who that be? Who that be?
Who that be? That's me bitch
Niggas wanna talk, don't cross the line
I murder them motherfuckers every time
Niggas wanna talk, don't cross the line
I murder them motherfuckers every time

It's a thin line between love and hate
A thin line between real and fake
Keep a nigga based on shape, ass shake
She gon' make it clap, vibrate
Give me room, 50 feet, all in my space
I'm the one you face and don't hesitate
See me laying on yo back, man eat this shell like it's Pac mane
Do it under one tape, what you say?
T-Raw to blame, T-Raw to blame
Got a piggy bank, pretty model sitting next to me – that's accessory
Don't be sassing me
How do you have the audacity?
Want a verse gotta bring cash to me
I be gassing me, you wanna crash on me?
Have yo head where yo feet should be
Laid out in yo living room, murder you then watch it on TV
Ain't no breaking me, breaking news that's me
Headline, we can go head up
Like Greenbay Packer, hell lit, hell yea
He a crazy ape man, I'm turned up to ten
Fuck with me, commence and repent
Mill to the king
Came from the block, little hard knock
Lock it up, pull me in a cell block, I can make it
You ain't made shit, you complaining (stop complaining)

Who that be? Who that be?
Who that be? That's me bitch
Who that be? Who that be?
Who that be? That's me bitch
Niggas wanna talk, don't cross the line
I murder them motherfuckers every time
Niggas wanna talk, don't cross the line
I murder them motherfuckers every time

Who that be? Who that be?
Who that be? That's me bitch
Who that be? Who that be?
Who that be? That's me bitch
Niggas wanna talk, don't cross the line
I murder them motherfuckers every time
Niggas wanna talk, don't cross the line
I murder them motherfuckers every time