DAY ONES - Tobe Nwigwe, David Michael Wyatt, Luke Whitney

Yeah

Ouuuu

I’m from the weeeeest

Che Che Che

Igbo kwenu hey

Naija boy they love how I accentuate

Most my partners trynna ball like the NBA

So they out here moving products like it’s Mary Kay

I don’t knock 'em I just know the game

They ain’t slaves, they just really love the whips and chains

The more things change, the more things stay the same

When I flow every corner see fire like I’m Kane

So I spit fire, no extinguisher

Might just teach Fat some Igbo to make her a bilingual

Speaker, keep up I’ll teach ya to aim right with that thing you pull

Outcho britches when yo' finger itches cause you ain’t too keen to wool

Being pulled over got you pressed like a license plate

You a goofy if Lucy could press yo' buyttons and getcha heated like microwaves,

(ouu)

You, might just need to meditate

Get yo' mind out that vegetative state

It’s time to elevate

Cause I came straight from out the slums

So I need a check like them Jordan 1S

I swear this for all of my day ones

Out here making bread but they came from crumbs

Look

Flow hotter than pepper spray

Spit it for my kinky hair kinsmen that have been led astray

More than bullets from those who pull it in hopes to decimate

All they opps, cause on our blocks we learnt to regulate from

Warren G, It’s kinda easy, when ya listen to that G’D up sound I had it on

repeat, (ouu)

Then I got it out the mud

Walked straight out the puddle

Where I’m from you yapping they start clapping like it’s time to break the

huddle

Ouuuuuuuuuuuuuu

Ready break

I remember eating free lunch with them heavy trays

Most my homeboys blew heavy haze after seventh grade

And most my homegirls had oval edges with heavy lace

It’s time to elevate

If they hatin' baby let 'em hate, (yea)

You can see me shinin' in the shade, (yea)

We done came up on some better days

'Cus I came straight from out the slums, (It's time to elevate)

So I need a check like them Jordan 1S

I swear this for my day ones, (If they hatin' baby let 'em hate)

Out here making bread but they came from crumbs