Young Los - First of the Month lyrics

[Hook] Mama, she tryna touch the yayo We say "Yo, what you need, we got D, we got weed, we got E” (We got, we got) She cop it and she love to stay high Her money good, good, good, she smoke it time after time So pop the top, we'll put one in ya girl This is that bone bone bone, let's smoke a couple pieces and chill I got these b**hes looking thirst' for a blunt This not ordinary day in the hood, this is the first of the month [Verse 1:] Started out as a little itty baby in this cold, cold world His poppa had a boy and girl, stressed her momma out Now she doin' d**, moving through the city streets Clean teeth, used to have them pretty feet Now she pretty weak, from the drug use, f**ing all them ballers for they cash There's war when I got pot to pa**, flew 'em in Dolo in the crib, tryna fix something to eat Tryna get something that's sweet so we can sleep, "Don't lay on the sheets” Momma she be dripping blood, from the needle in and out of veins This joint gon' bring you lots of pain, lots of rain Staring out the window as my poppa waving bye to me "Baby where the TV, why you lie to me" Riding we, gunning from my robberies, treating 'em like b**hes from the past Style on 'em as I watch 'em pa** Watch that n***a dash like he in and out Carlo, he told me, "Wrap that package up and send it out" It's the first of the month [Hook] [Verse 2:] They had a n***a sitting in the county jail wondering "What's life, I am done with' it”. Run with' it Baby you can be a star, won't you just ask Maxi B Look at how I'm running through they faculty. Back to back with me Was my right hand, telling all my business in the street Said I got it from Dyckman, lightning, piping Hot, we got burners, and them bundles, we can furnish Done seen n***as get murdered, I can tell you more Pumping out the corner store, kept my little look-out in the front My dudes just moved 'em out the trunk "Million Dollar Baby Volume One and Two” I love it boo Cla**ic like that G-funk sound, I f**s with you Biggavell, I don't think you really know, how wavy you are You's a star. The fiends, I let 'em park my car Dipping out the back when I see the Jakes She need a taste. Chasin' that paper, she left a trace It's the first of the month [Hook] [Verse 3:] My grandma pa**ed, I really miss her. Couldn't go to the funeral and kiss her In the cell I was staring at her picture She never liked my way of life, told me I would pay the price Riding on my foes got me gliding on these hoes Feeling like some other type of n***a Come and f** with the Bigga, we can live it up One day I'm gon' give it up Be a family man and settle down with a wife and kid. n***a you so trifling n***a don't be tryna spit that righteous sh**, you ain't but a b**h And baby I don't like that sh** Staying out late, tryna come home when you want Tryna come and roll a blunt, tryna come and go for what You ain't really wanna be my man, Max. Damn, Max Baby you best to stand back. I can't stand that Every time you get around your friends you be, starting yo sh** again On the first of the month [Hook]