Day One n*gga lyrics

by

Master P


[Chorus 1:][x2]
Since I moved out the hood to Hollywood, people tell me I’m acting Hollywood
But I still remember where I came from n*gga
I still remember n*ggas from day one
My city had my back and that’s from day one n*gga
Funny how money help n*ggas change on me
So when you see me I’m with my day one n*ggas
Talking no limit to the grave my n*gga, to the grave my n*gga

[Verse 1:]
My day one n*gga f*cking locked up
And I’m out here living life though
Head to the sky like yo this sh*t f*cked up
They got my day one n*gga doing life though
I swear to God, I swear to God that’s why I gotta make a billi
F*cking Grammy, your favourite rapper deserve to win an Emmy
These n*ggas pulling on chains
But won’t even ride for their team
Soldiers will take a bullet, yo won’t even give a kidney
I rep New Orleans all day my n*gga
My team strong from Pitt to the Bay my n*gga
I ain’t got to pay security, that’s free my n*gga
No limit to the grave, that’s on P my n*gga

[Chorus 2:]
Since I moved out the hoodin to Hollywood, people tell me I’m acting Hollywood
But I still remember where I came from n*gga
Talking no limit to the grave my n*gga

[Verse 2:]
Uh everybody has an opinion for who we supposed to listen n*ggas
You were next to me getting it, getting it all for some tenets
Had to stop, drop and roll this ain’t no fire n*ggas hitting
And if you can’t endure the heat then stay the f*ck out my kitchen
Out the hood then moved to Hollywood and see a dozen different b*tches
I’m on a mission, shoot or die intuition
For my own grandparents, my momma and siblings
Time to get it, n*gga we hate it
But that tool is ready for war like it is my last resort
Do as I was taught I’m like Mimi Sparks
And never hit out of a car
Woke up in this space, one gun in his waist
And see where the cookies will drop
Then I hop on a matte black, vroom vroom
With a mini mack
In my backpack
And my n*gga is at my back with the back pack

[Chorus 1]

[Chorus 2]

[Verse 3:]
I’m all gas in this engine and my story’s far from written
I search for the treasure, I saw the ‘X’ and started digging
But just a week ago I even thought about quitting
Until a n*gga saw he had no f*cking food for thanksgiving
These n*ggas robbing and stealing
They ain’t got no f*cking feelings
I ain’t never seen a day when my momma was stripping
Just to make a living
So free my nephew Jamie doing life in prison for killing
He told me watch out for his kids so I’mma give them free tuition
And I couldn’t get into Princeton so a n*gga started spitting
I’m out in Calabasas with my n*ggas just chilling
Where the winter is like summer so all the pretty women swimming
And since I bought a nice ride the cops think I’m drug dealing
Know when you get a little money it’ll make n*ggas act different
They looking at you like you changed
But they the ones thats tripping
And I’m only twenty one so you gon’ see me for a minute
f*ck all the teachers that told me my chances one in a million

[Chorus 2]

[Verse 4:]
Things funny money change some n*ggas
I came in the game rich I ain’t gon’ change my n*gga
I been driving exotic cars and f*cking bad b*tches
I been jumping on planes with first class tickets
I’m a street n*gga, Hollywood’s how I eat my n*gga
Made fours but still got John’s on my feet n*gga
TMZ following me like i’ve D n*gga
Twenty mil on the measurement in the street n*gga

[Chorus 1]

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