Gucci Mane – Day 1 lyrics

Album: So Icy Christmas

[Intro]
Locked in a cell when I met my miss
(Elite got that heat)
Locked in a cell when I met my miss
(AP run that check, boy)
For real nigga
Eighth row, top, nigga (YOUNGJUICYCASH)
Maximum security, nigga
Final plug

[Chorus]
Locked in a cell when I met my miss
I was down bad on my ass, I was distant
Ain't no pictures, I ain't have no letters
Couple months ago, I ain't have no cheddar
Shotgun house, ain't have no exit
Fresh out the county, I ain't have no weapon
Straight from the block, can't stop my blessings
Polestar coupe pull up in my section

[Verse]
How you call a nigga your day-one dog, wouldn't answer his calls, no commissary?
How you call a nigga your day-one dog, put a key in his back, got your partner buried?
How you call a nigga your day-one dog, when it's time for to spin, you ain't get in the car? (What?)
How you call a nigga your day-one dog, when it's time for to step, you ain't ready for war?
My brothers my brothers, my people my people, my opps my opps
If you beefin' with him and we beefin' with them, ain't no cliquin' up, you can get shot, yeah (At all)
Trappin' hard in my section (Section)
And the foreign car I can't spell correctly (Correctly)
At my mama house, it was hectic
Tapes in the VCR, watchin' Belly, yeah
They don't know about the pain young nigga had to conquer (Conquer)
Thuggin' in the bottom, stealin' dollars from my mama (From my mama)
Steady poppin' pills so I can deal with my conscience (With my conscience)
Every day, I'm thinkin' 'bout my youngin, he went under
Drop-top coupe, give a fuck about the forecast
Glock in my jeans, young nigga need no mask
We gon' bring the beef to his door like DoorDash
Can't stop now, I'ma grind, need more cash
I'm with the shooters
Ain't no recruitin', I'm with the same crew (400)
Bitches gon' change too, niggas gon' change too
Benjamin change blue (Bitch)
Bitches gon' change too, niggas gon' change too
Benjamin change blue
Don't let it change you
Don't let it change you
Young nigga trappin' out the breezeway
Turn a traffic stop to a speed chase
Trackhawk get lost, speed race
Keep a gun, out on bond in three states (Damn)
Can't catch me, SRT
Super unleaded my gasoline (Skrrt)
Used to jack off with that vaseline (Vaseline)
Locked up in that cell with a bag of beans (Bag of beans)
I'ma turn me a trap to a trampoline (Trap)
If I throw up a four, that's my faculty (Faculty)
If you reach for my throat, that's a casualty (Casualty)
In the trenches, I'm not where the rappers be
All I had was a Glock 19 and a bag full of rocks and an AT&T (Jugg)
Young nigga started from the bottom with his hands on a chop, now he trappin' out an Airbnb
These niggas flock, hollerin' 'bout they gon' rob 'em
When they see me on the scene, they don't even much speak (Nothin')
Signed a record deal, still trappin' in the street (Trap)
Real street nigga, get a bird for a fee

[Chorus]
Locked in a cell when I met my miss
I was down bad on my ass, I was distant
Ain't no pictures, I ain't have no letters
Couple months ago, I ain't have no cheddar
Shotgun house, ain't have no exit
Fresh out the county, I ain't have no weapon
Straight from the block, can't stop my blessings
Polestar coupe pull up in my section (Skrrt, skrrt)

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