First Day Out

I'm starting off my day with a blunt of purp,

No pad cake just a cup of sirrup,

Baking soda pot and a silver fork,

You already know it's time to go to work,

I'm back off in the kitchen workin with a chicken,

You get 63 grams for like 12 50,

50 pounds of purp, 50 pounds of midgy,

As soon as it's gone I sell another 60,

My baby need some shoes my aunty need a purse,

Summer comin real soon so I need a vert,

I hop up out that van with a duffle bag,

And if a nigga try me I'm a buss his ass,

I'm counting up money in the living room,

Birds everywhere I call it the chicken room,

Pills in the cabinet, pounds in the den,

Attic full of good basement full of Benjamins,

Two AK-47s and a blow torch,

Couple junkies knocking hard on my front porch,

A couple old schools in my back yard,

If I don't know ya I'm a serve you thru my burgling balls,

Gucci back bitch, Yea I'm back bitch,

Did you miss me? I miss my raps bitch,

This that new shit, that county jail shit,

That seventh floor right street straight out a cell shit,

You on my shit list, I'm on the Forbe's list,

Since I'm a rich nigga, I need a rich bitch,

I gotta sick wrist it cost bout six bricks,

I'm on that slick shit, that zone 6 shit