First Day Out

I'm starting off my day with a blunt of purp, No pancakes just a cup of sirrup, Baking soda pot and a silver spork, You already know it's time to go to work, I'm back off in the kitchen workin with a chicken, You get 63 grams for like 12 50, 50 pounds of purp, 50 pounds of midgy, As soon as it's gone I sell another 60, My baby need some shoes my aunty need a purse, Summer comin real soon so I need a vert, I hop up out that van with a duffle bag, And if a nigga try me I'm a buss his ass, I'm counting up money in the living room, Birds everywhere I call it the chicken room, Pills in the cabinet, pounds in the den, Attic full of good basement full of Benjamins, Two AK-47s and a blow torch, Couple junkies knocking hard on my front porch, A couple old schools in my back yard, If I don't know ya I'm a serve you thru my burgler bars, Gucci back bitch, Yea I'm back bitch, Did you miss me? I miss my raps bitch, This that new shit, that county jail shit, That seventh floor right street straight out a cell shit, You on my shit list, I'm on the Forbe's list, Since I'm a rich nigga, I need a rich bitch, I gotta sick wrist it cost bout six bricks, I'm on that slick shit, that zone 6 shit...