First Day Out

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[Verse] Look, I'ma be honest, it ain't no competition They say Lakeyah keep 'em pressed and all these hoes got offended Keep a couple stripe shirts on my nigga, I'm winnin' Tryna take me out the game and we gon' blow your whistle Made it back there, went-went out the state to make it triple Let me upgrade you, baby, you still in the same position You still runnin' up a dollar at this point you can't get it The difference between us, bitch, is you chasin' a bag, I'm in it, bitch Th-th-then I had my racks up, now I got my racks in And beefin' with you bum bitches, that was back then I-I-I said five for a feature, bitch, I need ten And bitch, I said that I'm the G.O.A.T, 'cause I really am A-a pretty bitch I talk shit ain't gotta do much I hit my nigga like a wood, is it smoke or what? Ain't gotta put my hands on you, but you gettin' touched I'm goin' crazy so these bitches really know what's up I need me a bag, I'm talkin' a big one I still want you bitches dead if I aim, I'm gon' hit one Man, I know these bitches hate me, in my comments goin' crazy For some beef, you gotta pay me, who the fuck I'm gon' steal from? I'm the youngest in charge, eighteen, I'm a beast I like designer and cars, so I'm taxin' a fee Look, I'm a bitch but I'm hard and all yo' niggas is sweet He only up that shit with you so why he carry that piece? But my niggas some real hitters, we ridin' 'round with tools out He-heat up in the party, if she on it, spread the room down Hang with broke bitches that ain't me so we ain't cool now Student of the game but runnin' laps around the schoolhouse, on God (On God)
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- Lakeyah