CORRECTAR LA LETRA
Letra : First Day Out
Pull up in a new whip
Up front, eight grand
Now you don't get a pack 'til the money in my hand
And I know how to stack now, 'cause I be in the mend
Yeah, haters these days try to shake my f**king hand
Don't at me
Don't you f**king try to dap me
See me on the street, keep it walking right past me
Huh, called a twitter mom to attack me
But we are not the same, motherf**ker, don't at me
Sorry, but I am ahead of you
Went from being broke to paying rent with streaming revenue
Now I get paid to vent and babble sh*t up in my reticle
My girl def' starting talking hypothetical
Like "what if everything changes and rearranges?"
Wrote my story down and now you rippin' out the pages
You f**k with drugs and that sh*t is dangerous
Don't need no love, needed to be famous, f**king shameless
But I said the worst has just begun
You hate the person I've become
So we lie and say it's just this once
We can't feel pain if we stay numb
Well I got lost in my head last night again
I stay high but the thoughts keep creeping in
And I try but I never will fit in
That you lied and you're somewhere with him
So I roll up the last to show
I forecast, the lords out
Forecast the full cut
Forecast the full set
Forecast is f**ked up
Forecasting me blacked out in the bathtub
Hell yeah, I showed up
Hell yeah, I'm blowin' up
Nobody wants me here
Guess I'm going home
Sit inside my room to get stoned alone
Disrespect my d**k
Disconnect the phone
Pull up in a new whip
Up front, eight grand
Now you don't get a pack 'til the money in my hand
And I know how to stack now, 'cause I be in the (?)
Yeah, haters these days try to shake my f**king hand
Don't at me
Don't you f**king try to dap me
See me on the street, keep on walking right past me
Huh, called a twitter mom to attack me
But we are not the same, motherf**ker, don't at me
Up front, eight grand
Now you don't get a pack 'til the money in my hand
And I know how to stack now, 'cause I be in the mend
Yeah, haters these days try to shake my f**king hand
Don't at me
Don't you f**king try to dap me
See me on the street, keep it walking right past me
Huh, called a twitter mom to attack me
But we are not the same, motherf**ker, don't at me
Sorry, but I am ahead of you
Went from being broke to paying rent with streaming revenue
Now I get paid to vent and babble sh*t up in my reticle
My girl def' starting talking hypothetical
Like "what if everything changes and rearranges?"
Wrote my story down and now you rippin' out the pages
You f**k with drugs and that sh*t is dangerous
Don't need no love, needed to be famous, f**king shameless
But I said the worst has just begun
You hate the person I've become
So we lie and say it's just this once
We can't feel pain if we stay numb
Well I got lost in my head last night again
I stay high but the thoughts keep creeping in
And I try but I never will fit in
That you lied and you're somewhere with him
So I roll up the last to show
I forecast, the lords out
Forecast the full cut
Forecast the full set
Forecast is f**ked up
Forecasting me blacked out in the bathtub
Hell yeah, I showed up
Hell yeah, I'm blowin' up
Nobody wants me here
Guess I'm going home
Sit inside my room to get stoned alone
Disrespect my d**k
Disconnect the phone
Pull up in a new whip
Up front, eight grand
Now you don't get a pack 'til the money in my hand
And I know how to stack now, 'cause I be in the (?)
Yeah, haters these days try to shake my f**king hand
Don't at me
Don't you f**king try to dap me
See me on the street, keep on walking right past me
Huh, called a twitter mom to attack me
But we are not the same, motherf**ker, don't at me
