First Day Out Songtext
von Jimmy Wopo

I′m startin' off my day with a chopper
Then pick up my daughter from my baby mama′s
Then I shrimp and steak, Benihana's
Like my birthday, I want cake and a box of condoms
And turn up with my niggas like I never saw 'em
And pull up on my niggas like I never saw ′em
I′m startin' off my day with a chopper
Like my birthday, I want cake and a box of condoms


Jimmy Holmes, start checking your bitch′s phone again
Feel like 2010, all these honkeys callin' my phone again
I′m in your backyard again, nigga, no Nickelodeon
Pockets on a hungry chick, niggas is Ethiopians
Left the door cracked for you niggas who still ain't open it
Took the cookie jar off the stove, it got the coke in it
The fans got me showin′ my ass, so inappropriate
The Xans got me losin' my stance, no more controllin' it
So I might forget who I smashed or niggas′ ho I hit
Still Skinny Jimmy, what I look like on some bulky shit?
Still Pretty Ricky, I blow your ho the emoji kiss
Ain′t another nigga in my city I need to go against
Now I'm focusin′, tryna give Lane and G's hope again
I wrote this shit, two weeks in with no pad or pen
Who gon′ pay rap boy lawyer if I go broke again?
My mama, Moe and them, baby, Jace, Aubrey need me to win

I'm startin′ off my day with a chopper
Then pick up my daughter from my baby mama's
Then I shrimp and steak, Benihana's
Like my birthday, I want cake and a box of condoms
And turn up with my niggas like I never saw ′em
And pull up on my niggas like I never saw ′em
I'm startin′ off my day with a chopper
Like my birthday, I want cake and a box of condoms


Just yesterday I woke up in a jail cell
Came a long way from bustin' down them dope sales
I pray every day we make it off them food stamps
I just wanna watch my lil′ brother go to training camp
Run that cheddar up, hit Saks and let the cheese melt
You ain't lose, rumbled with me, you don′t know how it felt
I asked myself how I went with the hand I was dealt
It's like I'm puntin′ on the court, tryna dunk on the belt
Damn, and I got hit with probation violation
You ask me, shit, I just think my probation was hatin′
Ridin' the city with the calculator, calculatin′
Nineteen-five for one, two for the Walter Payton
Free my nigga True, he don't shoot, he fightin′ that home invasion
Feds wanna kill me, say I'm guilty by association
VVS′s in my charm, chain the color Ed the Penguin
City gettin' shitted on, 'til they treat me like I′m famous

I′m startin' off my day with a chopper
Then pick up my daughter from my baby mama′s
Then I shrimp and steak, Benihana's
Like my birthday, I want cake and a box of condoms
And turn up with my niggas like I never saw ′em
And pull up on my niggas like I never saw 'em
I′m startin' off my day with a chopper
Like my birthday, I want cake and a box of condoms