FREE BIA (1ST DAY OUT)

Ay, I'm really rich
Yeah
1st day
1st day
1st 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 these demons and no one to trust
Die for my freedom, they take it from us
All of my issues I never discuss
All of my niggas like snow and a 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's dependin' on me
Rapper ain't who, they pretendin' to be
Somebody's trying to get rid of me
They tradin' follows for dignity

Don't want me rushing don't call me your homie
I don't like my money comin' in slowly
Tryna buy momma a house
But these fuckin' crackers still owe me

I'm not no slave
I'm not no dog in no cage
I give my masters to Sony
Bitch it ain't sweet, and if you thinkin' you know me
I'm givin' 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 doin' yo' part
Don't bring it up later
Fuck all your boys, fuck all you people you ever employed
Fuck all your beats
Fuck all your ears to the street
Fuck all you fake Gs
Fuck the whole industry, bitch

Oh, no, oh, no, oh, no, oh, no
Oh, no, oh, no, oh, no, oh, no



Credits
Writer(s): Bianca Landrau, Enoch Harris Iii
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