Jimmy Wopo - First Day Out lyrics

I'm startin' out 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 n***as like I never saw them And pull up on my n***as like I never saw them I'm startin' out my day, with a chopper Like my birthday, I want cake and a box of condoms Jimmy home, start checkin' your b**h's phone again Feel like 2010, all these honkies callin' my phone again I'm in your backyard again, n***a, no Nickelodeon Pockets on a hungry chick, n***as is Ethiopians Left the door cracked for you n***as who still ain't open it Took the cookie jar out the stove, it got the coke in it The fans got me showin' my a**, so inappropriate The Xans got me losin' my stance, no more controllin' it So I might forget who I smashed or n***as' ho I hit Still skinny Jimmy, what I look like on some bulky sh**? Still Pretty Ricky, I blow your ho to emoji kiss Ain't another n***a in my city I need to go against Now I'm focusin', tryna give lanes and G's hope again I wrote this sh** two weeks in, with no pad or pen Now who gon' pay rap boy lawyer if I go broke again? My mama, Mo, and them, Baby Jace, Aubrey you need a win I'm startin' out 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 n***as like I never saw them And pull up on my n***as like I never saw them I'm startin' out 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 the cheddar up, hit shocks and let the cheese melt You ain't lose lumber with me, you ain't know how it felt I asked myself, "How I win with the hand I was dealt?" It's like I'm puntin' on the court, tryna dunk on the field Damn, and I got hit with probation violation You ask me, sh** I just think my probation was hatin' Ride in the city with the calculator calculatin' 19.5 for one, two for the Walter Payton Free my n***a True, he don't shoot, he fightin' that home invasion Feds wanna k** me, say I'm guilty by a**ociation VVS' in my charm, chain the color as the Penguins City gettin' sh**ted on 'til they treat me like I'm famous I'm startin' out 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 n***as like I never saw them And pull up on my n***as like I never saw them I'm startin' out my day, with a chopper Like my birthday, I want cake and a box of condoms