[Verse:]
500 grand, eat lobster tails
Hope the n****s got what for sale
So much money, no fingernails
White body, engine and a tail
Chrome lips, V12
Kiss the king but don’t kiss and tell
So many rings, need a Jordan deal
T-Raw’s, it’s ain’t all for sale
Just bought a swiss account
Hunneds stay the same at this amount
Lk, show you what that’s about
Hard to check a n***a when the checks that bounce
F**k around, drop out of class
Made millions now, my teacher mad
She need a job and I give her that
Young n***a with big stacks
Buy my style and ain’t gave it back
How you think brought you the raw rap?
How you think taught you the phantom rap?
Gold plates, I’m reflectin that
Every day my birthday, n***a la my birthplace
This ain’t a race but I’m first place
I never f****d with you in the first place
We on a different pace, n***a so long
I ain’t the n***a you could hold on
Ride the wave or just float on
Get off my back, I’m tryna lead on
Always home when the heat’s on
When it’s cold shoulders n****s be gone
N****s be gone

(Hook 1) (x2)
I’m still the same n***a, same b*****s we know
No difference, been me since day one
Real n***a since day one
Cuz I ain’t promised day two
Talkin bout what I’m going through
But who the f**k aksed you?

[Bridge:]
Aksed you, aksed you,
Aksed you, aksed you,
Aksed you, aksed you,
But who the f**k aksed you?

(Hook 2)
Who dat be? Who dat be?
Who dat be? That’s me b***h
Who dat be? Who dat be?
Who dat be? That’s me b***h
N****s wanna talk, don’t cross the line
I murder them motherfuckers every time
N****s wanna talk, don’t cross the line
I murder them motherfuckers every time

[Verse:]
It’s a thin line between love and hate
A thin line between real and fake
Keep a n***a based on shape, a** shake
She gon make it clap, vibrate
Give me room, 50 feet, all in my space
I’m the one you face and don’t hesitate
See me layin on yo back, man eat this shell like it’s Pac mane
Do it under one tape, what you say?
T-Raw to blame, T-Raw to blame
Got a piggy bank, pretty model sittin next to me – that’s accessory
Don’t be sassin me
How do you have the audacity?
When a verse gotta bring cash to me
I be gassin me, you wanna crash on me?
Have yo head where yo feet should be
Laid out in yo living room, murder you then watch it on tv
Ain’t no breaking me, breaking news that’s me
Headline, we can go head up
Like Greenbay Packer, hell lit, hell yea
He a crazy ape man, I’m turnt up to ten
F**k with me, commence and repent
Mill to the king
Came from the block, little hardknock
Lock it up, pull me in a cell block, I can make it
You ain’t made s**t, you complainin (stop complainin)

(Hook 2) (x2)
Who dat be? Who dat be?
Who dat be? That’s me b***h
Who dat be? Who dat be?
Who dat be? That’s me b***h
N****s wanna talk, don’t cross the line
I murder them motherfuckers every time
N****s wanna talk, don’t cross the line
I murder them motherfuckers every time
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Day One Lyrics