[Lyric] Day 1 (Simms)

[Intro]
New pack in a duffle, ah (Ah)
New racks, finna muscle, ah (Always in the slums)
Yeah

[Verse 1]
Designer shit, I got a fetish for it
No, you can't buy it if you can't afford it
I just live my life and then I go record it
Gotta test my work, so I'ma let her snort it
If it's fire, I'ma make a move on it
Might step on it, put shoes on it
This is home field, I don't lose on it
We'll find your trap and put goons on it
Brand new bed, but don't snooze on it
Just put them racks in the mattress
I still make packs do backflips
That shit like acrobatics
My trap does mathematics
All facts, no cappin' rappin', all action
If you trappin', you should put this as your caption
Free the bro, they sent him up packin' (Free bro)
Fuck the jakes, try to take 'em out in the first round like Ben Askren
Where you been at? They been askin'
I want Ben Franks in ten banks
They hatin', tell 'em I said thanks
Life's a bitch, I'ma take her down 'til her leg shake and the bed breaks
I'll be grindin' the way 'til the commas are safe
Been on top of my game since I got in the game
I am not gonna fade, that's the promise I made
When the pressure's applied, then the diamonds are made
That's the chain reaction
Got a family, so I can't be lackin'
They better than who at what? It can't be rappin'
[Refrain]
New pack in the duffle
New racks from the hustle
More money bring more problems, but I'm chillin', smokin' on Truffles
Same circle since day one
No money ever made me change up
Same circle since day one
No money ever made me change up
New pack in the duffle
New racks from the hustle
More money bring more problems, but I'm chillin', smokin' on Truffles
Same circle since day one
No money ever made me change up
Same circle since day one
No money ever made me change up (Ah)