| And I’m chilling with my day ones
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| With my day one day one niggas
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| Ya, And I’m with my day ones (day ones)
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| With my day one niggas
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| Ya, And I’m rocking with my day ones
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| With my day one day one niggas
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| Cause you only live once
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| Hah, with my day one day one niggas
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| This one for the real ones
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| The ones I’mma split it with when I get millions
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| All my brothers done seen me in my broke day
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| Until I sold cocaine
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| Living life in the dope game
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| Yeah it only take a bullet that’ll make you into no name
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| So instead of me holding a gun
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| I got my day one, who holding the drum
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| They wasn’t with me shooting hoop in the gym
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| When we was on the block we was shooting at them
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| Both sides we don’t play that shit
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| I put a few grams over if you weigh that shit
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| Police trying to lock as up
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| But a mark and a badge ain’t stopping us
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| And if my brothers don’t fuck with ya
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| Cause you a fuck nigga
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| You can’t cop from us
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| Cause there’s no hesitation when you slide with me
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| I ain’t even gotta ask who gon ride with me
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| And my day one niggas they believed in me
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| When these grimy ass streets be deceiving me, yeah
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| My day ones I done rocked for ya
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| I done shot for ya
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| I was born in the mafia |