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First Day Out
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Hip-Hop/Rap
First Day Out was released on February 5, 2020 by Lil Ot as a part of the album First Day Out - Single
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Release DateFebruary 5, 2020
LabelLil Ot
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM85

Music Video

Music Video

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Lil Ot
Lil Ot
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Omer Niaz Muhammad
Omer Niaz Muhammad
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
AP
AP
Recording Engineer

Lyrics

This life I live, I know its wrong but I can't stop
We selling anything my trap house like a pawn shop
I'm barely sleeping, when I do I see the monsters
Depression got the best of me, I need a...aye
This life I live, I know it's wrong but I can't stop
We sellin' anything my trap house like a pawn shop
I'm barely sleepin', when I do I see the monsters
Depression got the best of me, I need a doctor
Heat up the stoley's then we sell it to the chop shops
Everybody's getting touched, like a raindrop
These **** actin' for the bitches, they need Oscars
Trappin' out my school, my pack up in my locker
Reload the clip, ouu I'm ready I'm going all the way
Tonight gon' be the day my killers take your son away
We always lurkin' but them **** hidin' somewhere safe
They took my ****, so there's no way I'ma let it play
They took my **** watch his mama shed a hundred tears
Before I watch my sister cry I'd do a hundred years
Empty the clip then spin the block he heard a tight screech
Do-do-do-do-do-do-do then wash my hands with bleach
Now his best friend's dead
He should've known not to play with my bread
He thought he was smart
He should've known I'm two steps ahead
This life I live, I know it's wrong but I can't stop
We sellin' anything my trap house like a pawn shop
I'm barely sleepin', when I do I see the monsters
Depression got the best of me, I need a doctor
Heat up the stoley's then we sell it to the chop shops
Everybody's getting touched, like a raindrop
These **** actin' for the bitches, they need Oscars
Trappin' out my school, my pack up in my locker
And now we back in the trap, we just watched the news
They said another body dropped from the other crew
But bodies droppin' all the time, so this ain't nothing new
Them **** have to feel the pain for what they put us through
So many calls from my mama told me change my ways
But I've been sick and tired of living inside of Section A
And I seen real **** change when that pressure came
But I been praying up to Allah for some better days
This life I live, I know it's wrong but I can't stop
We sellin' anything my trap house like a pawn shop
I'm barely sleepin', when I do I see the monsters
Depression got the best of me, I need a doctor
Heat up the stoley's then we sell it to the chop shops
Everybody's getting touched, like a raindrop
These **** actin' for the bitches, they need Oscars
Trappin' out my school, my pack up in my locker
Written by: Omer Niaz Muhammad
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