Rich The Kid - Since Day 1 lyrics

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Rich The Kid - Since Day 1 lyrics

[Intro: Quavo] Since day one [x4] [Hook: Quavo x2] Since day one (We finesse!) Since day one (Count the checks!) Since day one (Diamonds on my neck!) Since day one (Throwin' up the set!) Since day one (Since day one!) Since day one (Since day one!) Since day one (Since day one!) Since day, since day one [Verse 1: Rich The Kid] Since day one I was raised in the trenches Yee ain't have a sack, then you had to go get it Since day one my daddy was a chemist Whip whip whip whip whippin in the kitchen I pull up in the lamb wit the engine in the trunk Pull out the choppa, made them n***as start to crunk I got the white man money, call me Donald Trump Lean got me slowin' down, like a speed bump Coolin' on the beach, yeah I got my feet up Birds in the trunk, singin' like Aliyah She cookin' like a baker but she not Anita Make alot of money, so n***a need her Treat her like a dog, way a n***a feed her Playin with the racks, don't call me Venus I keep the O like Gilbert 'Renas I bring them hoes out, n***a like subpoenas [Hook: Quavo x2] [Verse 2: Quavo] I finess the plug then hit the mall, I bought the Bally's on the first day I pop bottles then threw money, I smashed her on the first day I call the plug, he wrap it up, I picked it up on a Thursday I bought ya b**h, then splurged on her, now she think it's her birthday Got young goons put the gloves on, they murkin' n***as its a cold case I'm runnin' to the money like a track meet, you last, n***a, and I'm first place I flip the work like a pancake, playin' with the money like Patty Cake Beatin' up the work like anime, got a dope tester with the ashy face [Hook: Quavo x2] [Verse 3: Offset] Since day one, strapped up with two Glocks In the kitchen whippin', three babies in the pot Young n***a foe workin' with the 45 [?] Got a Chevrolet sittin on 28s Tec cutta 9, and I set it on my waist Got 10 birds and they singin' in the cage And I got stripes, call me Jam Master Jay Got a patch trippin' on the boulevard My b**h an immigrant she need a green card I'm a boss so I got a black card But I don't use it, gotta use my fake card In the kitchen whippin' up soft I know how to make it hard Yall f** n***a tell me how y'all bein soft [Hook: Quavo x2]

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