First Day Out Lyrics

You only gonna survive if you got a gun, got a gun

There's nowhere to hide and there's nowhere to run

I'm only saying what you see, you better not fuck with me

It's Banks, baby

Play it cool, I be acting, act crazy, we gon' clap him

Coach Brody if he lacking, judge him by his action

Shots fired, Poz ain't laughing, Lil Brody charged like ecstatic

Leanin' pouring up that passion, lazors on it, we be tagging

Throw it up, red flaggin tight jeans, big guns

Cops search me, I ain't have it, fuck me once

Sent the page to, my nigga, sent the low

Cuz We invested in switches, elite guns, therapy for villains

If he run, we gon' kill him, banana clip, we gon' split him

Lawyer funds beat the system, lane open, I ain't missing

She felt the lies when she kissed me, slimed em out, six hisser

Big snake, thick venom, legendary gang member

Thirty years was the offer, prosecutor's swear I was finished

Pre-trial, get dismissed , sixteen with them pistols

Mama think I got issues, memory with old friends

Got me thinkin' I'm watching Stuart Little

Gambling with the wolves, runnin' with the wolves

Bet I make a home, to remember

You only gonna survive if you got a gun, got a gun

There's nowhere to hide and there's nowhere to run

I'll only say it once, you'll see

You better not fuck with me when it's all said

Watched his body through the tints , it's a murder if he flinched

Came home, do it again, Adderall when I pissed

Couldn't bust down the wrist, put a choppa in my crib

Lil' bro love to sin, stolen a car, catch the vin

Tuesdays, Thursdays, brought the bliky out

Cause lil' POZ like to sin

This the shit that your homies might tell on

Switch on a Glock, hit your homie, then bail off

Cereal, killa stick, ate him like Kelloggs

6 years took that shit on the chin, they say you trippin

Got that stick on your hip, keep spinnin', make your car do flips

Lost his life by the 5.56, keep juggin' till my wrist get hit

Play it cool, I be actin', act crazy, we gon' clap him

Coach Brody if he lackin', judge him by his actions

Shots fired, POZ ain't laughin', lil' Brody charged like static

Leanin', pourin up this passion, lazors on em, we be taggin

Throw it up, red flaggin tight jeans, big guns

Cops search me, I ain't have it

It's Banksy