DAY Ones - Riicch & SHA-G

Rest in peace my day ones (Rest in peace, my niggas) Wish I could have saved y'all (wish I could have saved my niggas) Hand on my AR (on my AR) I ain't goin' out like Trayvon (goin' out like Trayvon) Free all of my day ones (tell 'em free my niggas) System take my niggas' lives away (niggas, stole their life away) Be patient, it's gon' take time But get yourself together 'fore that out day They wonder why my heart is so numb I saw so much when I was so young When I look back, man I was so dumb Shoulda used that game that I soaked up But nigga, my streets, you can't play on Young nigga get that weight gone .45 hit your face I bet that impact crack your face bones Say young nigga get your cake loan Fuckin' leave, we don't stay long Founders of the streets with potential And built them blocks like Legos With a bad bitch, she Brazilian (what's up, baby?) 911, no ceilings Know I'm chasin' after a million (take off on them niggas, huh?) Put them fuck niggas in my rearview Hollow tips at your temple Rest in peace 'cause you can't heal 'em Rest in peace my day ones (Rest in peace, my niggas) Wish I could have saved y'all (saved my niggas) Hand on my AR (on my AR) I ain't goin' out like Trayvon (goin' out like Trayvon) Free all of my day ones (tell 'em free my niggas) System take my niggas' lives away (niggas, stole their life away) Be patient, it's gon' take time But get yourself together 'fore that out day Nigga, rest in peace, my old man (I'm doin' it for you, my nigga) He always told me he my old man (I'm doin' it for you, my nigga) These niggas switchin' on their day ones I'd rather be out here with no friends We got drums, even on the handguns Hundred shots on that AK Few of my niggas got Instagram All of my niggas got JPEGs I make sure their books straight They don't gotta fuck with them state trays For Rondo I'ma go that way Tae I'ma do the same thing Rest in peace to Mario (I'm doin' it for you, my nigga) They killed him right before my b-day (I'm doin' it for you, my nigga) Back of his head, he died instantly They couldn't even look him in his face That's why I don't fuck with everybody I stick to my own team Tell the truth on every track Hop in this bitch and my soul bleed Cut niggas off like Jay Z Shoot shit like Kobe Niggas sneak dissin', don't know me Then come around and try to bro me Won't never tell you what I think Always tell you what I know Ain't competent, fake weak nigga We can never even have a convo ISIS members on speed dial Have 'em run up on you with the bomb on 'em I'ma die by what I stand for I ain't scared to stand on my own They tell you what you wanna hear They only teach what they want you to know I done seen my niggas drop like flies (rest in peace, my niggas) So don't be spooked I got this uzi on In the studio like Rest in peace my day ones (Rest in peace, my niggas) Wish I could have saved y'all (saved my niggas) Hand on my AR (on my AR) I ain't goin' out like Trayvon (goin' out like Trayvon) Free all of my day ones (tell 'em free my niggas) System take my niggas' lives away (niggas, stole their life away) Be patient, it's gon' take time But get yourself together 'fore that out day .45 black like Akon Choppa screamin' like Lil Jon Glock 9 on my waistline I dare a nigga try to take mine Know some niggas who fake now Can't look me in my face, nah Be [?] in my circle My niggas is kings now Rest in peace my day ones Wish I could have saved my niggas Rest in peace my day ones Wish I could have saved my niggas

Grrah, like, it's that Sha Gz nigga Y'all niggas know whats goin' on, nigga Every O shot, everything flocked (War's Too Nasty) Suck my dick, nigga (Mmm, nah) Grrah, like (Turn that up, Young Madzz) Grrah, like Mr. Get-Gritty, I stay with my G, like I'm tryna hop out and creep Put that dot on his feet, put dot on his tee, then he go I had 'em runnin' on feet Thats a opp right there, oh, you think I ain't peep? Like They playin' hide and go seek, llike Fuck Cobby, reverse the V Smoke too much Notti (Notti), don't see how we see Fuck Dotty, like, he was on E (Bobby) Fuck Bobby, like, he should have read (Dotty) Like, I don't care if the cops on the streets (Suck my dick) I'm tryna up it and throw at his Ski (Hol' on) Catch EK, stay with ya G (Stay with ya G, nigga) Like, y'all niggas really OT (Suck my dick) Switch lanes, who drivin' better than me? (Wait, like what?) Watch out, I'm tryna dump out the V (Bow-bow-bow) Like, grrah, grrah Flick on the beam, put the dot on his bitch Like, hold on, I'm tryna flock on the Mitch (Grrah-grrah) Charlie, Zay, all in my spliff, like Nazzy, Rippy, dead right in piss (Suck my dick) Throw to my mans, now they dead, fuck a Rip (Rippy) Like, that boy laced, tryna get him, he slipped (Bobby) Nigga died in the back of the truck, not the whip, like (Hol' on) Like, like, I'm tryna blitz, like (Hol' on), like, like Jump at his bitch (C-Hii) Bend through they block, hit em' and dip, like (Don't run, don't—) He tried to run, but that nigga tripped (Hol' on), like, grrah We rearrange him and dip (Bow-bow), like nah That nigga just tryna diss (Bow-bow-bow) We gon' hop out that OJ (Like), bendin' through both ways (Suck my dick), if he move wock, I'ma up it and— Mr. Get-Gritty, I stay with my G, like I'm tryna hop out and creep Put that dot on his feet, put dot on his tee, then he go I had 'em runnin' on feet Thats a opp right there, oh, you think I ain't peep? Like They playin' hide and go seek, like Fuck Cobby, reverse the V Smoke too much Notti, don't see how we see (Fuck Dotty, like, he was on E) (Bobby) (Fuck Bobby, like, hop out and creep) (Dotty) (Put that dot on his feet, put dot to his tee, then he go) (I had 'em runnin' on feet) (Hold on) (Thats a opp right there, oh, you think I ain't peep?) (See EK) Like (They playin' hide and go seek) (Suck my dick) (Like, fuck Cobby, reverse the V) (Smoke too much Notti, don't see how we see) (Grrah-grrah, like)

Cold blue breeze from the north Star like dreams life is hardcore Glutted phantom narrow Perception Lack integrity solitary intention Broken heart pieces everyone ignores Driven on the 90 my scars I'm torn Being myself unfitted puzzle Different upbringings uncommon struggles I'm torontonian you sound American I'm buffalian you sound Canadian Mans with bare tings and big house Happy for you my time will come about Party everyday as you do Till noon Different predicaments Work in the stu Praying for some better things Peace at home Financial freedom Shawty sees in me what I see in me Even praying for my enemies Praying what I need I being praying Forgotten social authenticity No one calls me thats reality All alone in my car deep Shadow insecurity Nothin is guarantee I don't get a shawty In the bank $4 money Language barrier separate me from family Devil screams For I disappear To my Fantasy Unprivileged Circumstances Unemployment No hours at Macy's First paki Generation I pray fajir Zhur Asr Magrib Isha I be praying Kicked out of school I'm praying Praying for some better things Praying for Peace at home Praying for Financial freedom Praying for Shawty sees in me what I see in me Even praying for my enemies Praying what I need I being praying