Day 1 (feat. Deuce)
I look around
Life is goin' fast now
Remember when I was down
Remember class clown oh
I was alone
People love to call now
Please get off my phone
I don't want to talk now
It almost slipped out the palm of my hand
Kept playing round wit these drugs
I just I don't understand
But thank God for my Nigs
Who help me follow his plan
And you know I can't forget the support from the fam ohh
Bitch what you want
You saw nigga done glowed you and now you wanna talk
Remember when my neck wasn't frozen up you said I was an op
And I really wanna know why keeping me on lock
Please get off my cock yea
Hoppin on a jet, that's floss
Got a new jacket, what's cost?
Told me I wouldn't be shit
Now look imma boss
Picking up the pieces
Of everything I lost
God put me on top
I got the
I got the
I got the gang
We want all
The money
So fuck the fame
At the
At the
Top of the game
We made it
We made it
Let's celebrate
No new friends
Mine finna ride wit me to the end
We goin in
Yall never finna doubt me again
Climbing to the top ain't no lookin' back
From the trenches, jungle made me it's a wrap
King of my city
Got my Brodie's wit me
I wear these diamonds VVs
Brand new pair of titties
No new friends
yea I'm rockin solo
I'm with the gang
yea I call em my bro's
Since day one
they stand ten toes
Choppa in the back
and you know it's gone blow
Jet skis niggas slidin in Dubai
Private jet on the fit I'm a fucking fly guy
Dropped the top on the whip cuz I like to see the sky
Phone blowing up a year ago that shit stayed dry
Wait Kam hold up
It's time to celebrate go grab your cups and pour up
They want it right away we need to speed this flow up
Used to be broke I was tore up
Had to get rich got my dough up
2018 they ain't know us
I got the
I got the
I got the gang
We want all
The money
So fuck the fame
At the
At the
Top of the game
We made it
We made it
Let's celebrate
No new friends
Mine finna ride wit me to the end
We goin' in
Yall never finna doubt me again
Life is goin' fast now
Remember when I was down
Remember class clown oh
I was alone
People love to call now
Please get off my phone
I don't want to talk now
It almost slipped out the palm of my hand
Kept playing round wit these drugs
I just I don't understand
But thank God for my Nigs
Who help me follow his plan
And you know I can't forget the support from the fam ohh
Bitch what you want
You saw nigga done glowed you and now you wanna talk
Remember when my neck wasn't frozen up you said I was an op
And I really wanna know why keeping me on lock
Please get off my cock yea
Hoppin on a jet, that's floss
Got a new jacket, what's cost?
Told me I wouldn't be shit
Now look imma boss
Picking up the pieces
Of everything I lost
God put me on top
I got the
I got the
I got the gang
We want all
The money
So fuck the fame
At the
At the
Top of the game
We made it
We made it
Let's celebrate
No new friends
Mine finna ride wit me to the end
We goin in
Yall never finna doubt me again
Climbing to the top ain't no lookin' back
From the trenches, jungle made me it's a wrap
King of my city
Got my Brodie's wit me
I wear these diamonds VVs
Brand new pair of titties
No new friends
yea I'm rockin solo
I'm with the gang
yea I call em my bro's
Since day one
they stand ten toes
Choppa in the back
and you know it's gone blow
Jet skis niggas slidin in Dubai
Private jet on the fit I'm a fucking fly guy
Dropped the top on the whip cuz I like to see the sky
Phone blowing up a year ago that shit stayed dry
Wait Kam hold up
It's time to celebrate go grab your cups and pour up
They want it right away we need to speed this flow up
Used to be broke I was tore up
Had to get rich got my dough up
2018 they ain't know us
I got the
I got the
I got the gang
We want all
The money
So fuck the fame
At the
At the
Top of the game
We made it
We made it
Let's celebrate
No new friends
Mine finna ride wit me to the end
We goin' in
Yall never finna doubt me again
Credits
Writer(s): Kameron Brantley
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