The Xans got me losin’ my stance, no more controllin’ it

Free my nigga True, he don’t shoot, he fightin’ that home invasion
Like my birthday, I want cake and a box of condoms
And pull up on my niggas like I never saw them
So I might forget who I smashed or niggas’ ho I hit
Took the cookie jar out the stove, it got the coke in it
I’m startin’ out my day, with a chopper
[Verse 2]
[Chorus]
You ain’t lose lumber with me, you ain’t know how it felt
Came a long way from bustin’ down them dope sales
Then pick up my daughter from my baby mama’s
Like my birthday, I want cake and a box of condoms
Now who gon’ pay rap boy lawyer if I go broke again?
I’m startin’ out my day, with a chopper
I just wanna watch my lil’ brother go to training camp
Pockets on a hungry chick, niggas is Ethiopians
Jimmy home, start checkin’ your bitch’s phone again
[Chorus]
Then I shrimp and steak, Benihana’s
I wrote this shit two weeks in, with no pad or pen

Then pick up my daughter from my baby mama’s
VVS’ in my charm, chain the color as the Penguins
I’m startin’ out my day, with a chopper

And pull up on my niggas like I never saw them
Now I’m focusin’, tryna give lanes and G’s hope again
[Chorus]
Still skinny Jimmy, what I look like on some bulky shit?
And pull up on my niggas like I never saw them
Like my birthday, I want cake and a box of condoms

I pray every day we make it off them food stamps
Then pick up my daughter from my baby mama’s
And turn up with my niggas like I never saw them
It’s like I’m plottin’ on the court, tryna dunk on the cell
My mama, Mo, and them, Baby Jace, Aubrey you need a win
19.5 for one, two for the Walter Payton
Like my birthday, I want cake and a box of condoms
[Verse 1]
I’m startin’ out my day, with a chopper
Feel like 2010, all these honkies callin’ my phone again
City gettin’ shitted on ’til they treat me like I’m famous
I’m startin’ out my day, with a chopper
Like my birthday, I want cake and a box of condoms
And turn up with my niggas like I never saw them
Still Pretty Ricky, I blow your ho to emoji kiss
I asked myself, "How I win with the hand I was dealt?"
Feds wanna kill me, say I’m guilty by association
I’m startin’ out my day, with a chopper
Then I shrimp and steak, Benihana’s
Left the door cracked for you niggas who still ain’t open it
Damn, and I got hit with probation violation
Ain’t another nigga in my city I need to go against
You ask me, shit I just think my probation was hatin’
The fans got me showin’ my ass, so inappropriate
Then I shrimp and steak, Benihana’s
And turn up with my niggas like I never saw them
Ride in the city with the calculator calculatin’
Run the cheddar up, hit shocks and let the cheese melt
Like my birthday, I want cake and a box of condoms
I’m in your backyard again, nigga, no Nickelodeon
Just yesterday I woke up in a jail cell