First Day Out

Shit get real when you're caught up in the field
I'm just tryna run it up to a motherfucking mill
I'll fell in the mail, and I'm sliding off the love
I don't even need a pill

Shit get real when you're caught up in the field
I'm just tryna run it up to a motherfucking mill
Won't cop the brick if I can't pop the seal
And I'm sliding off the love, I don't even need a pill
Shit get real when you're caught up in the field
I'm just tryna run it up to a motherfucking mill
Won't cop the brick if I can't pop the seal
And I'm sliding off the love, I don't even need a pill (brrr)

I ain't never lied on a motherfucking track
Everything I spit, man he know it's straight facts
Niggas say they your dog, but they really a rat
Better watch you dab, you get stabbed in the back

I don't chase a bitch, all I chase is the guap
Swerving the fast lane, straight to the top
Fuck the police, want me locked in the box
And these niggas always hating, they just wanna see me drop (see me drop)

And that's why a young nigga rock with the Glock
I ain't fucking with a stock, so I gotta keep a stick
But I gotta be smooth 'cause the feds on my dick (my dick)
Niggas don't make moves, all they move is they lips

Shit get real when you're caught up in the field
I'm just tryna run it up to a motherfucking mill
Won't cop the brick if I can't pop the seal (seal)
And I'm sliding off the love, I don't even need a pill
Shit get real when you're caught up in the field
I'm just tryna run it up to a motherfucking mill
Won't cop the brick if I can't pop the seal
And I'm sliding off the love, I don't even need a pill (brrr)



Credits
Writer(s): Lorenzo Armstrong, Tobias Garvey
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