First Day Back Lyrics

I just came from Cali, still got Kush up in my lungs

Off the drank, wake up the next morning, still be high as fuck

Damn I miss the city, it ain't none like Dirty Mud

I was trippin' first night back for real, Rado pass the gun

Rob a nigga and record it, get some paper off extortion

I ain't no pretty nigga, bitches fuck cause I got motion

They love the way I kick my pimpin', I don't sugarcoat it

Green Taurus, and a Glock .40, both them fully loaded

Corner store, out in Compton, we was smoking on that pack

On my way to LAX, I dragged the curb and almost crashed

Smoke a blunt up in the mountains, lately I've been livin' fast

My bitches on the Southside texting me like, "where you at?," I'm in that mode

These niggas be fake for real, they cap on that, they get exposed

I thought you was my brother, how you do that to your own

Can't trust no nigga you call your dawg, they'll cross you up, write that in stone

One of the realest in this shit, no I won't break and I won't fold

Cruise control, on my way back to the city

Back to back, I'm smoking Orange Thunder, this shit really hittin'

Can't get caught up in no situation, Vic had brought his glizzy

State-to-state, to-state-to-state-to-state

It ain't on me, this shit in me

Pink just texted me, he in that jam, 1941

Said he doing good, "what's yo cashapp?," Imma send you some

Keep it real with all the realest, probably why they show me love

Keep my circle small, 'cause most these niggas end up switching up

Lil' cuz, say he off a perk, he tryna shoot shit up

Get up out the streets, if you a crash, boy you dumb as fuck

Stay up out the way and get your bread, it's time to level up

Stay up out the way, one in the head, I do it just because

I just came from Cali, still got Kush up in my lungs

Off the drank, wake up the next morning, still be high as fuck

Damn I miss the city, it ain't none like Dirty Mud

I was trippin' first night back for real, Rado pass the gun

Rob a nigga and record it, get some paper off extortion

I ain't no pretty nigga, bitches fuck cause I got motion

They love the way I kick my pimpin', I don't sugarcoat it

Green Taurus, and a Glock 40, both them fully loaded

Corner store, out in Compton, we was smoking on that pack

On my way to LAX, I dragged the curb and almost crashed

Smoke a blunt up in the mountains, lately I've been livin' fast

My bitches on the Southside texting me like, "where you at?," I'm in that mode

These niggas be fake for real, they cap on that, they get exposed

I thought you was my brother, how you do that to your own

Can't trust no nigga you call your dawg, they'll cross you up, write that in stone

One of the realest in this shit, no I won't break and I won't fold