First Week Out (Remix) ft. NLMB CJ Lyrics

My first week out I'm in the city

I've been working hella hard I hope these labels come and get me

I've been playing all my cards ain't got no time for all these women

They had me locked inside that cell

I saw my mama started grinning

I hope BG still doing well boy You'll be home in any minute

You know that shit gone get better

I promise I'm a make it lord

Got chops but keep a beretta

He try I hope he make it lord

I just told my mama we gone be straight when I get famous

I just hope the lord don't count favors

We gone be lit I've been riding around the town ain't got time to buss down my wrist

Ain't got no time for basic hoes man all my hoes be super thick

Hop in the car and hit the road don't even care how far I get

I went to see my nigga grave and that shit fucking me up

They say my dawg in paperwork I don't know if I trust him enough

Shawty she been blowing up my phone I think I'm fucking with her

But I know I don't mean nothing to her

I'm a rockstar baby I'm feeling like a pop star baby

I told shawty bend it over you got my rock hard baby

I'm living but my life's hard baby screaming fuck a cop car baby

My first week out I'm in the city

I've been working hella hard I hope these labels come and get me

I've been playing all my cards ain't got no time for all these women

They had me locked inside that cell

I saw my mama started grinning

I hope BG still doing well boy You'll be home in any minute

You know that shit gone get better

I promise I'm a make it lord

Got chops but keep a beretta

He try I hope he make it lord

I just told my mama we gone be straight when I get famous

I just hope the lord don't count favors

I was in that cell reminiscing on my knees I'm asking god can he forgive me

Steady hoping for better days I know they come by any minute

I hope lil shawty on my side I hope she stay forever with me

Wonder if she down to ride if them niggas come try to get me

This big 45 up on my waist one false move take off his face

Never been the type to hate shit I'm happy lil bro straight

They freed my niggas out the cell I know them niggas causing hell

Wish them niggas had a bond I would've bonded them out of there

Mama I swear I'm sorry but it's just the way I'm living

Keep this 30 on my side I'd be damned if they catch me slipping

I'm in the booth with all these niggas with this Glock this bitch got extensions

And if a nigga try to play spin his block it's going to dismiss him

My first week out I'm in the city

I've been working hella hard I hope these labels come and get me

I've been playing all my cards ain't got no time for all these women

They had me locked inside that cell

I saw my mama started grinning

I hope BG still doing well boy You'll be home in any minute

You know that shit gone get better

I promise I'm a make it lord

Got chops but keep a beretta

He try I hope he make it lord

I just told my mama we gone be straight when I get famous

I just hope the lord don't count favors