First Day Out

You only gonna survive if you got a gun, got a gun
There's nowhere to hide and there's nowhere to run
I'm only saying what you see, you better not fuck with me
It's Banks, baby

Play it cool, I be acting, act crazy, we gon' clap him
Coach Brody if he lacking, judge him by his action
Shots fired, Poz ain't laughing, Lil Brody charged like ecstatic
Leanin' pouring up that passion, lazors on it, we be tagging

Throw it up, red flaggin tight jeans, big guns
Cops search me, I ain't have it, fuck me once
Sent the page to, my nigga, sent the low
Cuz We invested in switches, elite guns, therapy for villains

If he run, we gon' kill him, banana clip, we gon' split him
Lawyer funds beat the system, lane open, I ain't missing
She felt the lies when she kissed me, slimed em out, six hisser
Big snake, thick venom, legendary gang member

Thirty years was the offer, prosecutor's swear I was finished
Pre-trial, get dismissed, sixteen with them pistols
Mama think I got issues, memory with old friends
Got me thinkin' I'm watching Stuart Little

Gambling with the wolves, runnin' with the wolves
Bet I make a home, to remember
You only gonna survive if you got a gun, got a gun
There's nowhere to hide and there's nowhere to run

I'll only say it once, you'll see
You better not fuck with me when it's all said
Watched his body through the tints, it's a murder if he flinched
Came home, do it again, Adderall when I pissed

Couldn't bust down the wrist, put a choppa in my crib
Lil' bro love to sin, stolen a car, catch the vin
Tuesdays, Thursdays, brought the bliky out
Cause lil' POZ like to sin

This the shit that your homies might tell on
Switch on a Glock, hit your homie, then bail off
Cereal, killa stick, ate him like Kelloggs
6 years took that shit on the chin, they say you trippin

Got that stick on your hip, keep spinnin', make your car do flips
Lost his life by the 5.56, keep juggin' till my wrist get hit
Play it cool, I be actin', act crazy, we gon' clap him
Coach Brody if he lackin', judge him by his actions

Shots fired, POZ ain't laughin', lil' Brody charged like static
Leanin', pourin up this passion, lazors on em, we be taggin
Throw it up, red flaggin tight jeans, big guns
Cops search me, I ain't have it

It's Banksy



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Writer(s): Lam Mehn
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