Watch the official music video for “First Day Back” by BIG30, now featured on RapStarVidz. Check out the visuals above, then scroll down to learn more about the release.
BIG30 – First Day Back lyrics:
[Intro] Blrrrd, blrrrdMr. Nothin’ Bigger checkin’ in, nigga (DJ SCAR)
Ain’t nothin’ bigger than this shit, nigga
I put the city on my back, got my guys on my back (Enot gon’ shoot you up)
My whole family on my back while the world on my shoulders
A nigga’ll never do it how I did it again
Nigga ain’t survive the shit I survived, nigga, I been through two, three, four, five wars, came out on top without a scratch on me, nigga
Niggas know what’s goin’ on, long live them members, man, never been to action without a reaction, nigga
Long live Chi, long live Lil Dead, long live Nuskie, long live Paw Nasty and the rest of them members
If I ain’t say they name, just know they gone, but not forgot, nigga
We gon’ forever do this shit, nigga, ain’t nothin’ stoppin’ this shit, nigga, like a freight train
Blrrrd [Chorus] Whole city went against this shit, dropped my nuts, made it happen (Yeah)
This shit might’ve saved your life, better thank God I made it rappin’ (Thank God)
Smashin’, takin’ off action (Action), steppin’ on shit in high-fashion (Fashion)
Mama say what goes around comes around, I said, “Exactly”
Got my get-back times ten (Ten), they had me cryin’, now I’m laughin’ (Ha)
Want my son to go big, he say, “The biggest is my daddy” (The biggest)
Like my bitches cornbread fed, have my time with the plastic (Ayy, nasty)
Ain’t nothin’ regular ’bout me or my guns, everything automatic (Blrrrd) [Verse] Pop out, meet me in traffic (In traffic), had two high-speeds today (Let’s go)
I went hopped in my beds, I done burned up my straight-eight (Damn)
My nigga just got killed, I bet somethin’ die before his wake (On God)
They killed your nigga, you ain’t slide, he rollin’ in his grave
Everything certified (Certified), uh, no nigga tryin’ us (No)
Where the opps at? They won’t slide (No) or they car gettin’ fired up (Yeah)
Niggas in the North, they ain’t on shit, them niggas had us (Ain’t on nothin’)
So many shots, it set his car on fire, he need a fire truck (Blrrrd, blrrrd, blrrrd)
On the block tonight, it’s [?] only
Turn your location off and give your phone to my lil’ homie (Uncharge it)
Your favorite rapper, he a capper, nigga tellin’ on me (He a bitch)
The boogeyman where? Can’t see how niggas scared of homie (He a bitch)
Gotta have two of ’em if you consider yourself a killer (Two of ’em)
It ain’t no killers in this car, my niggas ain’t in it (At all)
He braggin’ ’bout that body to the bitch, I should’ve killed him (What?)
You in the car with buddy and his brother killed your nigga (What the fuck?)
What the fuck wrong with him? (Nigga)
Don’t throw this shit up no more, my nigga, it ain’t shit with ya (Ain’t nothin’ with ya)
You already ain’t kill nobody or ain’t bought no pistol (The fuck?)
I’m gettin’ sick of these niggas (Sick of ’em)
Swear I’m sick of you niggas (I’m sick of ’em)
Nigga a bitch, so when I die, don’t post me in your pictures (Bitch-ass nigga)
You ain’t slide for your dead homie (Go slide), hope you go to hell (Boy)
You ain’t out here standin’ on business (No), ain’t send shit to the jail (Ah)
I got niggas pushin’ this knife with no sunlight, turnin’ pale (That shank)
My lil’ nigga sellin’ some boxes and K2 through the Zelle
Say how it feel to go to war, pussy? (Boy) You don’t know (No)
Nigga smacked the shit out you, went in your pockets, you a ho (Ho-ass nigga)
How it feel to go to war, pussy? (Boy) You don’t know (No)
Nigga smacked the shit out you, went in your pockets, you a ho, nigga [Chorus] Whole city went against this shit, dropped my nuts, made it happen (Yeah)
This shit might’ve saved your life, better thank God I made it rappin’ (Thank God)
Smashin’, takin’ off action (Action), steppin’ on shit in high-fashion (Fashion)
Mama say what goes around comes around, I said, “Exactly”
Got my get-back times ten (Ten), they had me cryin’, now I’m laughin’ (Ha)
Want my son to go big, he say, “The biggest is my daddy” (The biggest)
Like my bitches cornbread fed, have my time with the plastic (Ayy, nasty)
Ain’t nothin’ regular ’bout me or my guns, everything automatic
