Lyrics First Day Out - Lakeyah Danaee

Imma be honest it ain't no competition
They said lakeyah keep em pressed and all the hoes got offended

Keep a couple striped shirts on my niggas

I'm winning

Try to take me out the game and we gone blow yo whistle
Made a bag there went outta state to make it triple
Lemme upgrade u baby you still inna same position
You Still running up a dollar At this Point u can't get it
The Difference between Us bitches
You chasing the bag
I'm in it BITCH
Been had my racks up now I got my racks in
And Beefing with you bum bitches? That was back then
I said 5 for feature
Bitch i need 10
And bitch i said that I'm the goat cause i really am
A Pretty bitch i talk shit ain't gotta do much
Hit my nigga like a wood
Is it smoke or what?
Ain't gotta put my hands on you
But u getting touche
I'm going crazy
So these bitches really know wassup
I Need me a bag
I'm talking a big one
I Still one want u bitches dead
If I aim I'm gone hit one
Man i know these bitches hate me
In my comments go crazy
For some beef u gotta pay me
Who tf i'm gone steal from
I'm the youngest in charge
18 imma beast
I like designer and cars
So i'm taxing a fee
Look I'm bitch but i'm hard
All yo niggas sweet
He only up that shit with you
So why carry that piece
But my niggas some real hitters
We ride around with tools out
Heat up inna party
If she on it spray the room down
Hang with broke bitches that ain't me
So we ain't cool now
Student of the game
But running laps around this school house
ON GOD