First Day Out Lyrics - Roney

[Intro] 

I did a lotta years man 

But i'm back at it though 

Hahaha 

They mad 

First day out 

I'm back 

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[Verse 1] 

I dirty up the beats when i hop on em 

Got six years for the phones i don't talk on em 

Them wiretaps had me trapped like bin Laden 

And i did it on my hands like no problem 

Used to look up to these niggas now i walk on em 

The OG's is getting old and we still mobbing 

Don't get close, don't get close boy the clique toxic 

These boys mix up like the henny with the hypnotic 

Your time's up boy don't you hear the tic tocking 

And tic tacs for these shitty niggas still talking 

I ball hard with the heat boy i'm Chris Bosh-ing 

I do laps on you rappers like stop walking 

I'm Usain running Bolts and they can't stop em 

I got beef and cheese like a pizza topping 

The clip long like the neck on a damn ostrich 

I put a hole in this fishes head damn dolphin 

They like how you on the block and you still clocking 

When you just did the bid nigga no auction 

No auction nigga first day out 

Fuck the talk i let loose on you loose lips 

Baby nine shoots hearts call that shit cupid 

Twist squared niggas up quick like a rubix 

Cubix, talking like they done it but we do this 

Your girlfriend's on my balls like cubix 

Had to brush her off get her gone hocus pocus 

Hammer on me, on me like i'm roofing 

Ladder and a belt full of tools like construction 

Don't get close we the clique like a button 

Get a man ghost by the click of a button 

Don't get close we the clique like a button 

Get a man ghost by the click of a button 

I dirty up the beats when i hop on em 

Got six years for the phones i don't talk on em 

Hunned rounds in the clip that's a big cartridge 

I got ninety-five troops and they all marching 

They throw rocks like slingshots on my Bart shit 

Yellow bullet blue top call it Marge Simpson 

And i heard that i fell off, first day out 

I just touched road imma boss 

More knots on me than a Ras' 

And i just signed a deal what you feel like 

The first day out and it feels nice 

Did two years in the cell 

And a year it some changed in the pen 

All straight do the math 

I bet i'll do it all again 

They gave me a few years still the same selling guns 

A couple more for human trafficking 

The whole don't get close know's what it is 

So fuck the internet and the poltics 

And i heard that i fell off hahaha 

The first day out moving too stout 

I got a watch for my bro and a new belt 

I got a chain and some brains from my main bitch 

A couple bands hunned dollas for a side bitch 

I'm doing better than a lotta niggas 

And they been on the road like the whole time 

A bunch bums in the 6 

Bout to catch these niggas sleeping by the stop sign 

See i was sitting kicking sipping moon shine 

Locked down all week doing hard time 

See i was on house arrest but it got real 

I got knocked for a breach went downhill 

I tried plea but police told me no deal 

524 had me sitting eating cold meals 

Every time he sees us he get the cold chills 

A freeze up like ice when he stands still 

Imma punch him in his gold grill 

Bring all of your dawgs imma turn em into road kill 

They was snitching to the 12's i had three trials 

They was happy i was gone for a long gone 

Was in the city but they shipped the boy outta town 

Had nobody by myself had to hold it down 

They let me out a year early got me on parole 

They tried to ban me from my city but i'm coming home 

They know i'm bout to take over so they mad on road 

But em niggas happy in the bin they couldn't use a phone 

First day out imma gem stone 

Imma put a hunned bands on a Benzo 

And i heard that i fell off, who the sickest in the 6, Ron Dawg 

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