First Day Out

I'm starting off my day with a blunt of purp,
 No pancakes just a cup of sirrup,
 Baking soda pot and a silver spork,
 You already know it's time to go to work,
 I'm back off in the kitchen workin with a chicken,
 You get 63 grams for like 12 50,
 50 pounds of purp, 50 pounds of midgy,
 As soon as it's gone I sell another 60,
 My baby need some shoes my aunty need a purse,
 Summer comin real soon so I need a vert,
 I hop up out that van with a duffle bag,
 And if a nigga try me I'm a buss his ass,
 I'm counting up money in the living room,
 Birds everywhere I call it the chicken room,
 Pills in the cabinet, pounds in the den,
 Attic full of good basement full of Benjamins,
 Two AK-47s and a blow torch,
 Couple junkies knocking hard on my front porch,
 A couple old schools in my back yard,
 If I don't know ya I'm a serve you thru my burgler bars,
 Gucci back bitch, Yea I'm back bitch,
 Did you miss me? I miss my raps bitch,
 This that new shit, that county jail shit,
 That seventh floor right street straight out a cell shit,
 You on my shit list, I'm on the Forbe's list,
 Since I'm a rich nigga, I need a rich bitch,
 I gotta sick wrist it cost bout six bricks,
 I'm on that slick shit, that zone 6 shit...