FREE BIA (1ST DAY OUT)

(Hey, I'm really Rich)

Yeah

First day, first day, first day

Now that they fucked up

I got my keys, took my cuffs off

Skin like my leather, it's tough, uh

Wish a bitch would call my bluff

I got some bread, but it's never enough

All of these demons and no one to trust

Die for my freedom, they takin' from us

All of my issues, I never discussed

All of my niggas like Snow on tha Bluff

I got some time that I'll never get back

I give no fuck like I'm showing my track

I turn it off when they playing your track

You just as bitch if you fuck with a rat

I got some mouths that depending on me

Rappers ain't who they pretending to be

Somebody's tryna get rid of me

They trading follows for dignity

Don't want me rich, then don't call me your homie

I don't like my money coming in slowly

Tryna buy mama a house

But these fuckin' crackers still own me

I'm not no slave, I'm not no dog in no cage

I gave my masters to Sony

Bitch, it ain't sweet, and if you thinking you know me

I'm giving God all your glory

Do me a favor

Don't say you did me no favors

Don't be my friend and a hater

If it's from the heart

You was just doing your part

Don't bring it up again later

Fuck all your points

Fuck all your people you ever employed

Fuck all your beats

Fuck all your ears to the street

Fuck all you fake G's

Fuck the whole industry, bitch

Oh no, oh no

Oh no, oh no