E Guapo First Day Out lyrics
First Day Out
E Guapo
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[Chorus: E Guapo]
It’s hard to think of bars from stuck behind them
Oh shit Guapo dropped somebody sign him
First Day out the cell rocking designer
They like he ducked off where can i find him
He probably in the trenches
He probably sending some young niggas on a mission spinning
He might be praying to God i heard he tired of sinning
He might be copping a chain i heard he finally winning
[Verse 1: E Guapo]
Charges dropped I’m trying to rock out
They done fucked around and let me and little Glock out
Remember waiting on the sack outsidе the trap house
Now i pull up to the club with somе racks out
Ain't been worried about no hoes i want some rackades
If you like hoes over money go to backpage
Need a new whip and some chains like a new slave
New pain new problems its a new day
I pour the drank until I’m feeling good
And i ain't been rolling no more blunts we been smoking woods
Ever since i touched down i been living good
But I’m still the same young nigga from the hood
I got to blow
I got to rockout every show
Pour the drank moving slow
Give me my money fuck a hoe
[Chorus: E Guapo]
It’s hard to think of bars from stuck behind them
Oh shit Guapo dropped somebody sign him
First Day out the cell rocking designer
They like he ducked off where can i find him
He probably in the trenches
He probably sending some young niggas on a mission spinning
He might be praying to God i heard he tired of sinning
He might be copping a chain i heard he finally winning
[Verse 2: E Guapo]
They say I’m too hard i got to make it
I think i shook my demons off i couldn’t let them take me
Got to keep shit real know it ain no faking
And through all the bullshit i couldn’t let it break me
I speak my pain when i hit the booth
And im gone tell you everything you gone hear the truth
But lately i been down bad don’t know what to do
Niggas keep telling me rap we got faith in you
Because this the new wave the new beginning
I just pray that all my pain and problems finally ending
I just pray that all my niggas gone be winning with me
I think I’m about to be the one to make it out the city
I got to blow
I got to rock out every show
Pour the drank moving slow
Give me my money fuck a hoe
[Chorus: E Guapo]
It’s hard to think of bars from stuck behind them
Oh shit Guapo dropped somebody sign him
First Day out the cell rocking designer
They like he ducked off where can i find him
He probably in the trenches
He probably sending some young niggas on a mission spinning
He might be praying to God i heard he tired of sinning
He might be copping a chain i heard he finally winning
It’s hard to think of bars from stuck behind them
Oh shit Guapo dropped somebody sign him
First Day out the cell rocking designer
They like he ducked off where can i find him
He probably in the trenches
He probably sending some young niggas on a mission spinning
He might be praying to God i heard he tired of sinning
He might be copping a chain i heard he finally winning
[Verse 1: E Guapo]
Charges dropped I’m trying to rock out
They done fucked around and let me and little Glock out
Remember waiting on the sack outsidе the trap house
Now i pull up to the club with somе racks out
Ain't been worried about no hoes i want some rackades
If you like hoes over money go to backpage
Need a new whip and some chains like a new slave
New pain new problems its a new day
I pour the drank until I’m feeling good
And i ain't been rolling no more blunts we been smoking woods
Ever since i touched down i been living good
But I’m still the same young nigga from the hood
I got to blow
I got to rockout every show
Pour the drank moving slow
Give me my money fuck a hoe
[Chorus: E Guapo]
It’s hard to think of bars from stuck behind them
Oh shit Guapo dropped somebody sign him
First Day out the cell rocking designer
They like he ducked off where can i find him
He probably in the trenches
He probably sending some young niggas on a mission spinning
He might be praying to God i heard he tired of sinning
He might be copping a chain i heard he finally winning
[Verse 2: E Guapo]
They say I’m too hard i got to make it
I think i shook my demons off i couldn’t let them take me
Got to keep shit real know it ain no faking
And through all the bullshit i couldn’t let it break me
I speak my pain when i hit the booth
And im gone tell you everything you gone hear the truth
But lately i been down bad don’t know what to do
Niggas keep telling me rap we got faith in you
Because this the new wave the new beginning
I just pray that all my pain and problems finally ending
I just pray that all my niggas gone be winning with me
I think I’m about to be the one to make it out the city
I got to blow
I got to rock out every show
Pour the drank moving slow
Give me my money fuck a hoe
[Chorus: E Guapo]
It’s hard to think of bars from stuck behind them
Oh shit Guapo dropped somebody sign him
First Day out the cell rocking designer
They like he ducked off where can i find him
He probably in the trenches
He probably sending some young niggas on a mission spinning
He might be praying to God i heard he tired of sinning
He might be copping a chain i heard he finally winning
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