[{"id":6664565,"name":"Day 1s","trackName":"Day 1s","artistName":"Fat Joe","albumName":"Family Ties","duration":252.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"This is\nThis\nThis\n\nWe was on the same track, me and my day one\nNever a doubt, it's a fact, that's my day one\nI never thought it'd come to this, not my day one\nI never thought I'd see the day you wasn't day one\nWe used to smoke together, make plans together\nPlottin' on a billion dollars and stay rich forever\nBall together and laugh together\nBut now you got a nigga fucked up (Got me fucked up, oh yeah)\nFucked up, fucked up, fucked up (Now you got a nigga fucked up)\nYeah, yeah\nFucked up, fucked up, fucked up\n\nCheckmate, 12 on the way\nThey sent a caravan of narcs to the estate\nEscape routes, it ain't no routes for your escape\nThey got the blueprints and plans, they been plottin' this for days\nCome get your man, he been leakin' shit for months\nEating bacon turkey sandwiches with pigs over lunch\nYou like, not the one you stood beside when it was war\nI'm like, I tried to tell you stay the fuck away from boy, a'ight?\nI hope you stashed away some cash and royalties\nChains is cool to cop, but more important is lawyer fees\nStick to the rules, nigga, that's how it goes\n'Cause this is business, and it ain't personal\n\nWe was on the same track, me and my day one\nNever a doubt, it's a fact, that's my day one\nI never thought it'd come to this, not my day one\nI never thought I'd see the day you wasn't day one\nWe used to smoke together, make plans together\nPlottin' on a billion dollars and stay rich forever\nBall together and laugh together\nBut now you got a nigga fucked up (Got me fucked up, oh yeah)\nFucked up, fucked up, fucked up (Now you got a nigga fucked up)\nYeah, yeah\nFucked up, fucked up,\nFucked up (Swear to God these niggas got us fucked up, yo)\n\nThe IRS is in my books, accountant told me to chill\nPercy caught a murder case, guess who's footin' the bill\nPistol caught three attempts, guess who's footin' the bill\nNow niggas get to questionin' me like, \"Who's real?\"\nI was locked up, you was tappin' my accounts\nCame home like Fredo, nigga, you had to bounce\nYou was my day one, I mean the main one\n\"Loyal\" tatted on your arm, but you ain't one\nShe was my day one, we used to sleep on the mattress\nWay before all the money, all the features, and actin'\nFeds on my ass, I'm tryna duck me a RICO\nAll up on CNN, tryna save Puerto Rico\nThis is real life, ain't nothin' pretend\nGot rid of my enemies 'cause I made 'em my friends\nAlways stick to the code, man, you know how that go\nStrictly business and it ain't personal\n\nWe was on the same track, me and my day one\nNever a doubt, it's a fact, that's my day one\nI never thought it'd come to this, not my day one\nI never thought I'd see the day you wasn't day one\nWe used to smoke together, make plans together\nPlottin' on a billion dollars and stay rich forever\nBall together and laugh together\nBut now you got a nigga fucked up (Got me fucked up, oh yeah)\nFucked up, fucked up, fucked up (Now you got a nigga fucked up)\nYeah, yeah\nFucked up, fucked up, fucked u\n\nTimeout for the bullshit, man\nI gotta keep it all way tall wit' y'all\nI don't give a fuck how much dope you\nSold, how many niggas you done killed\nHow many banks you done robbed, how many niggas you done robbed\nWhatever you done did, gangsta in the streets now\nAll that shit go away once you tell on a nigga, man\nAin't no such thing as a legendary rat\nOnce you told, my nigga, yo...\nYo stripes and everything has been taken away\nYou have motherfuckin' damaged your\nWhole, the rest of your family tree\nYour son is a lil' rat now\nYou know what I'm sayin'?\nY'all stop praisin' these rat ass niggas, man\nThrowin' these niggas parties and shit\nYou fucked your legacy up, dawg\nI don't give a fuck what you did\nOnce you told on a nigga, you fucked that up\nAin't no legendary rat\nYou'll never be honored","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Day 1s\n  artist: Fat Joe\n  album: Family Ties\n  duration_ms: 252000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  This is\n  This\n  This\n\n  We was on the same track, me and my day one\n  Never a doubt, it's a fact, that's my day one\n  I never thought it'd come to this, not my day one\n  I never thought I'd see the day you wasn't day one\n  We used to smoke together, make plans together\n  Plottin' on a billion dollars and stay rich forever\n  Ball together and laugh together\n  But now you got a nigga fucked up (Got me fucked up, oh yeah)\n  Fucked up, fucked up, fucked up (Now you got a nigga fucked up)\n  Yeah, yeah\n  Fucked up, fucked up, fucked up\n\n  Checkmate, 12 on the way\n  They sent a caravan of narcs to the estate\n  Escape routes, it ain't no routes for your escape\n  They got the blueprints and plans, they been plottin' this for days\n  Come get your man, he been leakin' shit for months\n  Eating bacon turkey sandwiches with pigs over lunch\n  You like, not the one you stood beside when it was war\n  I'm like, I tried to tell you stay the fuck away from boy, a'ight?\n  I hope you stashed away some cash and royalties\n  Chains is cool to cop, but more important is lawyer fees\n  Stick to the rules, nigga, that's how it goes\n  'Cause this is business, and it ain't personal\n\n  We was on the same track, me and my day one\n  Never a doubt, it's a fact, that's my day one\n  I never thought it'd come to this, not my day one\n  I never thought I'd see the day you wasn't day one\n  We used to smoke together, make plans together\n  Plottin' on a billion dollars and stay rich forever\n  Ball together and laugh together\n  But now you got a nigga fucked up (Got me fucked up, oh yeah)\n  Fucked up, fucked up, fucked up (Now you got a nigga fucked up)\n  Yeah, yeah\n  Fucked up, fucked up,\n  Fucked up (Swear to God these niggas got us fucked up, yo)\n\n  The IRS is in my books, accountant told me to chill\n  Percy caught a murder case, guess who's footin' the bill\n  Pistol caught three attempts, guess who's footin' the bill\n  Now niggas get to questionin' me like, \"Who's real?\"\n  I was locked up, you was tappin' my accounts\n  Came home like Fredo, nigga, you had to bounce\n  You was my day one, I mean the main one\n  \"Loyal\" tatted on your arm, but you ain't one\n  She was my day one, we used to sleep on the mattress\n  Way before all the money, all the features, and actin'\n  Feds on my ass, I'm tryna duck me a RICO\n  All up on CNN, tryna save Puerto Rico\n  This is real life, ain't nothin' pretend\n  Got rid of my enemies 'cause I made 'em my friends\n  Always stick to the code, man, you know how that go\n  Strictly business and it ain't personal\n\n  We was on the same track, me and my day one\n  Never a doubt, it's a fact, that's my day one\n  I never thought it'd come to this, not my day one\n  I never thought I'd see the day you wasn't day one\n  We used to smoke together, make plans together\n  Plottin' on a billion dollars and stay rich forever\n  Ball together and laugh together\n  But now you got a nigga fucked up (Got me fucked up, oh yeah)\n  Fucked up, fucked up, fucked up (Now you got a nigga fucked up)\n  Yeah, yeah\n  Fucked up, fucked up, fucked u\n\n  Timeout for the bullshit, man\n  I gotta keep it all way tall wit' y'all\n  I don't give a fuck how much dope you\n  Sold, how many niggas you done killed\n  How many banks you done robbed, how many niggas you done robbed\n  Whatever you done did, gangsta in the streets now\n  All that shit go away once you tell on a nigga, man\n  Ain't no such thing as a legendary rat\n  Once you told, my nigga, yo...\n  Yo stripes and everything has been taken away\n  You have motherfuckin' damaged your\n  Whole, the rest of your family tree\n  Your son is a lil' rat now\n  You know what I'm sayin'?\n  Y'all stop praisin' these rat ass niggas, man\n  Throwin' these niggas parties and shit\n  You fucked your legacy up, dawg\n  I don't give a fuck what you did\n  Once you told on a nigga, you fucked that up\n  Ain't no legendary rat\n  You'll never be honored\n"},{"id":13247039,"name":"Day 1s","trackName":"Day 1s","artistName":"Fat Joe & Dre","albumName":"Family Ties","duration":251.860023,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"This is\nThis\nThis\n\nWe was on the same track, me and my day 1\nNever a doubt, it's a fact, that's my day 1\nI never thought it'd come to this, not my day 1\nI never thought I'd see the day you wasn't day 1\nWe used to smoke together, make plans together\nPlottin' on a billion dollars and stay rich forever\nFall together and laugh together\nBut now you got a nigga fucked up\nFucked up, fucked up, fucked up\nYeah\nFucked up, fucked up, fucked up\nCheckmate, 12 on the way\nThey send a caravan of narcs to the estate\nEscape routes, it ain't no routes for your escape\nThey got the blueprints and plans, they been plottin' this for days\nCome get your man, he been leaking shit for months\nEating bacon turkey sandwiches with pigs over lunch\nYou like, not the one you stood beside when it was war\nI'm like, I try to tell you stay the fuck away from [?]\nI hope you stashed away some cash and royalties\nChains is cool [?] but more important it's lawyer fees\nStick to the rules, nigga, that's how it goes,\n'cause this is business (And it ain't personal)\nWe was on the same track, me and my day 1\nNever a doubt, it's a fact, that's my day 1\nI never thought it'd come to this, not my day 1\nI never thought I'd see the day you wasn't day 1\nWe used to smoke together, make plans together\nPlottin' on a billion dollars and stay rich forever\nFall together and laugh together\nBut now you got a nigga fucked up\nFucked up, fucked up, fucked up\nYeah\n(Swear to God these niggas got us fucked up)\nFucked up, fucked up, fucked up\n\nYo\nThe IRS is in my books, accountant told me to chill\nPercy caught a murder case, guess who's footin' the bill\nPistol caught three attempts, guess who's footin' the bill\nNow niggas get to questionin' me like who's real\nI was locked up, you was tappin' my accounts\nCame home like Fredo, nigga, you had to bounce\nYou was my day 1, I mean the main one\n\"Loyal\" tatted on your arm but you ain't one\nShe was my day 1\nWe used to sleep on the mattress\nWay before all the money, all the features, and acting\nFeds on my ass, I'm tryna duck me a RICO\nAll up on CNN, tryna save Puerto Rico\nThis is real life, ain't nothin' pretend\nGot rid of my enemies 'cause I made 'em my friends\nHo, we stick to the code\nMan, you know how that go—strictly business\nAnd it ain't personal\n\nWe was on the same track, me and my day 1\nNever a doubt, it's a fact, that's my day 1\nI never thought it'd come to this, not my day 1\nI never thought I'd see the day you wasn't day 1\nWe used to smoke together, make plans together\nPlottin' on a billion dollars and stay rich forever\nFall together and laugh together\nBut now you got a nigga fucked up\nFucked up, fucked up, fucked up\nYeah\nFucked up, fucked up, fucked up\n\nTimeout for the bullshit, man\nI gotta keep it all wit' y'all, wit' y'all\nI don't give a fuck how much dope you sold\nHow many niggas you done killed,\nhow many banks you done robbed, how many niggas you done robbed\nWhatever you done did, gangsta in the streets now\nAll that shit go away once you tell on a nigga, man\nAin't no such thing as a legendary rat\nOnce you told, my nigga, yo stripes and everything has been taken away\nYou have motherfuckin' damaged your\nwhole, the rest of your family tree\nYour son is a little rat now\nYou know what I'm sayin'?\nY'all stop praising these rat ass niggas, man\nThrowin' these niggas parties and shit\nYou fucked your legacy up, dog\nI don't give a fuck what you did\nOnce you told on a nigga, you fucked that up\nAin't no legendary rat\nYou'll never be honored","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Day 1s\n  artist: Fat Joe & Dre\n  album: Family Ties\n  duration_ms: 251860\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  This is\n  This\n  This\n\n  We was on the same track, me and my day 1\n  Never a doubt, it's a fact, that's my day 1\n  I never thought it'd come to this, not my day 1\n  I never thought I'd see the day you wasn't day 1\n  We used to smoke together, make plans together\n  Plottin' on a billion dollars and stay rich forever\n  Fall together and laugh together\n  But now you got a nigga fucked up\n  Fucked up, fucked up, fucked up\n  Yeah\n  Fucked up, fucked up, fucked up\n  Checkmate, 12 on the way\n  They send a caravan of narcs to the estate\n  Escape routes, it ain't no routes for your escape\n  They got the blueprints and plans, they been plottin' this for days\n  Come get your man, he been leaking shit for months\n  Eating bacon turkey sandwiches with pigs over lunch\n  You like, not the one you stood beside when it was war\n  I'm like, I try to tell you stay the fuck away from [?]\n  I hope you stashed away some cash and royalties\n  Chains is cool [?] but more important it's lawyer fees\n  Stick to the rules, nigga, that's how it goes,\n  'cause this is business (And it ain't personal)\n  We was on the same track, me and my day 1\n  Never a doubt, it's a fact, that's my day 1\n  I never thought it'd come to this, not my day 1\n  I never thought I'd see the day you wasn't day 1\n  We used to smoke together, make plans together\n  Plottin' on a billion dollars and stay rich forever\n  Fall together and laugh together\n  But now you got a nigga fucked up\n  Fucked up, fucked up, fucked up\n  Yeah\n  (Swear to God these niggas got us fucked up)\n  Fucked up, fucked up, fucked up\n\n  Yo\n  The IRS is in my books, accountant told me to chill\n  Percy caught a murder case, guess who's footin' the bill\n  Pistol caught three attempts, guess who's footin' the bill\n  Now niggas get to questionin' me like who's real\n  I was locked up, you was tappin' my accounts\n  Came home like Fredo, nigga, you had to bounce\n  You was my day 1, I mean the main one\n  \"Loyal\" tatted on your arm but you ain't one\n  She was my day 1\n  We used to sleep on the mattress\n  Way before all the money, all the features, and acting\n  Feds on my ass, I'm tryna duck me a RICO\n  All up on CNN, tryna save Puerto Rico\n  This is real life, ain't nothin' pretend\n  Got rid of my enemies 'cause I made 'em my friends\n  Ho, we stick to the code\n  Man, you know how that go—strictly business\n  And it ain't personal\n\n  We was on the same track, me and my day 1\n  Never a doubt, it's a fact, that's my day 1\n  I never thought it'd come to this, not my day 1\n  I never thought I'd see the day you wasn't day 1\n  We used to smoke together, make plans together\n  Plottin' on a billion dollars and stay rich forever\n  Fall together and laugh together\n  But now you got a nigga fucked up\n  Fucked up, fucked up, fucked up\n  Yeah\n  Fucked up, fucked up, fucked up\n\n  Timeout for the bullshit, man\n  I gotta keep it all wit' y'all, wit' y'all\n  I don't give a fuck how much dope you sold\n  How many niggas you done killed,\n  how many banks you done robbed, how many niggas you done robbed\n  Whatever you done did, gangsta in the streets now\n  All that shit go away once you tell on a nigga, man\n  Ain't no such thing as a legendary rat\n  Once you told, my nigga, yo stripes and everything has been taken away\n  You have motherfuckin' damaged your\n  whole, the rest of your family tree\n  Your son is a little rat now\n  You know what I'm sayin'?\n  Y'all stop praising these rat ass niggas, man\n  Throwin' these niggas parties and shit\n  You fucked your legacy up, dog\n  I don't give a fuck what you did\n  Once you told on a nigga, you fucked that up\n  Ain't no legendary rat\n  You'll never be honored\n"},{"id":8458926,"name":"Day 1s","trackName":"Day 1s","artistName":"Fat Joe/Dre/Big Bank 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to tell you stay the fuck away from boy, a'ight?\nI hope you stashed away some cash and royalties\nChains is cool to cop, but more important is lawyer fees\nStick to the rules, nigga, that's how it goes\n'Cause this is business, and it ain't personal\n\nWe was on the same track, me and my day one\nNever a doubt, it's a fact, that's my day one\nI never thought it'd come to this, not my day one\nI never thought I'd see the day you wasn't day one\nWe used to smoke together, make plans together\nPlottin' on a billion dollars and stay rich forever\nBall together and laugh together\nBut now you got a nigga fucked up (Got me fucked up, oh yeah)\nFucked up, fucked up, fucked up (Now you got a nigga fucked up)\nYeah, yeah\nFucked up, fucked up,\nFucked up (Swear to God these niggas got us fucked up, yo)\n\nThe IRS is in my books, accountant told me to chill\nPercy caught a murder case, guess who's footin' the bill\nPistol caught three attempts, guess who's footin' the bill\nNow niggas get to questionin' me like, \"Who's real?\"\nI was locked up, you was tappin' my accounts\nCame home like Fredo, nigga, you had to bounce\nYou was my day one, I mean the main one\n\"Loyal\" tatted on your arm, but you ain't one\nShe was my day one, we used to sleep on the mattress\nWay before all the money, all the features, and actin'\nFeds on my ass, I'm tryna duck me a RICO\nAll up on CNN, tryna save Puerto Rico\nThis is real life, ain't nothin' pretend\nGot rid of my enemies 'cause I made 'em my friends\nAlways stick to the code, man, you know how that go\nStrictly business and it ain't personal\n\nWe was on the same track, me and my day one\nNever a doubt, it's a fact, that's my day one\nI never thought it'd come to this, not my day one\nI never thought I'd see the day you wasn't day one\nWe used to smoke together, make plans together\nPlottin' on a billion dollars and stay rich forever\nBall together and laugh together\nBut now you got a nigga fucked up (Got me fucked up, oh yeah)\nFucked up, fucked up, fucked up (Now you got a nigga fucked up)\nYeah, yeah\nFucked up, fucked up, fucked u\n\nTimeout for the bullshit, man\nI gotta keep it all way tall wit' y'all\nI don't give a fuck how much dope you\nSold, how many niggas you done killed\nHow many banks you done robbed, how many niggas you done robbed\nWhatever you done did, gangsta in the streets now\nAll that shit go away once you tell on a nigga, man\nAin't no such thing as a legendary rat\nOnce you told, my nigga, yo...\nYo stripes and everything has been taken away\nYou have motherfuckin' damaged your\nWhole, the rest of your family tree\nYour son is a lil' rat now\nYou know what I'm sayin'?\nY'all stop praisin' these rat ass niggas, man\nThrowin' these niggas parties and shit\nYou fucked your legacy up, dawg\nI don't give a fuck what you did\nOnce you told on a nigga, you fucked that up\nAin't no legendary rat\nYou'll never be honored","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Day 1s\n  artist: Fat Joe/Dre/Big Bank DTE\n  album: Family Ties\n  duration_ms: 252000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  This is\n  This\n  This\n\n  We was on the same track, me and my day one\n  Never a doubt, it's a fact, that's my day one\n  I never thought it'd come to this, not my day one\n  I never thought I'd see the day you wasn't day one\n  We used to smoke together, make plans together\n  Plottin' on a billion dollars and stay rich forever\n  Ball together and laugh together\n  But now you got a nigga fucked up (Got me fucked up, oh yeah)\n  Fucked up, fucked up, fucked up (Now you got a nigga fucked up)\n  Yeah, yeah\n  Fucked up, fucked up, fucked up\n\n  Checkmate, 12 on the way\n  They sent a caravan of narcs to the estate\n  Escape routes, it ain't no routes for your escape\n  They got the blueprints and plans, they been plottin' this for days\n  Come get your man, he been leakin' shit for months\n  Eating bacon turkey sandwiches with pigs over lunch\n  You like, not the one you stood beside when it was war\n  I'm like, I tried to tell you stay the fuck away from boy, a'ight?\n  I hope you stashed away some cash and royalties\n  Chains is cool to cop, but more important is lawyer fees\n  Stick to the rules, nigga, that's how it goes\n  'Cause this is business, and it ain't personal\n\n  We was on the same track, me and my day one\n  Never a doubt, it's a fact, that's my day one\n  I never thought it'd come to this, not my day one\n  I never thought I'd see the day you wasn't day one\n  We used to smoke together, make plans together\n  Plottin' on a billion dollars and stay rich forever\n  Ball together and laugh together\n  But now you got a nigga fucked up (Got me fucked up, oh yeah)\n  Fucked up, fucked up, fucked up (Now you got a nigga fucked up)\n  Yeah, yeah\n  Fucked up, fucked up,\n  Fucked up (Swear to God these niggas got us fucked up, yo)\n\n  The IRS is in my books, accountant told me to chill\n  Percy caught a murder case, guess who's footin' the bill\n  Pistol caught three attempts, guess who's footin' the bill\n  Now niggas get to questionin' me like, \"Who's real?\"\n  I was locked up, you was tappin' my accounts\n  Came home like Fredo, nigga, you had to bounce\n  You was my day one, I mean the main one\n  \"Loyal\" tatted on your arm, but you ain't one\n  She was my day one, we used to sleep on the mattress\n  Way before all the money, all the features, and actin'\n  Feds on my ass, I'm tryna duck me a RICO\n  All up on CNN, tryna save Puerto Rico\n  This is real life, ain't nothin' pretend\n  Got rid of my enemies 'cause I made 'em my friends\n  Always stick to the code, man, you know how that go\n  Strictly business and it ain't personal\n\n  We was on the same track, me and my day one\n  Never a doubt, it's a fact, that's my day one\n  I never thought it'd come to this, not my day one\n  I never thought I'd see the day you wasn't day one\n  We used to smoke together, make plans together\n  Plottin' on a billion dollars and stay rich forever\n  Ball together and laugh together\n  But now you got a nigga fucked up (Got me fucked up, oh yeah)\n  Fucked up, fucked up, fucked up (Now you got a nigga fucked up)\n  Yeah, yeah\n  Fucked up, fucked up, fucked u\n\n  Timeout for the bullshit, man\n  I gotta keep it all way tall wit' y'all\n  I don't give a fuck how much dope you\n  Sold, how many niggas you done killed\n  How many banks you done robbed, how many niggas you done robbed\n  Whatever you done did, gangsta in the streets now\n  All that shit go away once you tell on a nigga, man\n  Ain't no such thing as a legendary rat\n  Once you told, my nigga, yo...\n  Yo stripes and everything has been taken away\n  You have motherfuckin' damaged your\n  Whole, the rest of your family tree\n  Your son is a lil' rat now\n  You know what I'm sayin'?\n  Y'all stop praisin' these rat ass niggas, man\n  Throwin' these niggas parties and shit\n  You fucked your legacy up, 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Big Bank DTE)\n  artist: Fat Joe & Dre\n  album: Family Ties\n  duration_ms: 252000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  This is\n  This\n  This\n\n  We was on the same track, me and my day 1\n  Never a doubt, it's a fact, that's my day 1\n  I never thought it'd come to this, not my day 1\n  I never thought I'd see the day you wasn't day 1\n  We used to smoke together, make plans together\n  Plottin' on a billion dollars and stay rich forever\n  Fall together and laugh together\n  But now you got a nigga fucked up\n  Fucked up, fucked up, fucked up\n  Yeah\n  Fucked up, fucked up, fucked up\n  Checkmate, 12 on the way\n  They send a caravan of narcs to the estate\n  Escape routes, it ain't no routes for your escape\n  They got the blueprints and plans, they been plottin' this for days\n  Come get your man, he been leaking shit for months\n  Eating bacon turkey sandwiches with pigs over lunch\n  You like, not the one you stood beside when it was war\n  I'm like, I try to tell you stay the fuck away from [?]\n  I hope you stashed away some cash and royalties\n  Chains is cool [?] but more important it's lawyer fees\n  Stick to the rules, nigga, that's how it goes,\n  'cause this is business (And it ain't personal)\n  We was on the same track, me and my day 1\n  Never a doubt, it's a fact, that's my day 1\n  I never thought it'd come to this, not my day 1\n  I never thought I'd see the day you wasn't day 1\n  We used to smoke together, make plans together\n  Plottin' on a billion dollars and stay rich forever\n  Fall together and laugh together\n  But now you got a nigga fucked up\n  Fucked up, fucked up, fucked up\n  Yeah\n  (Swear to God these niggas got us fucked up)\n  Fucked up, fucked up, fucked up\n\n  Yo\n  The IRS is in my books, accountant told me to chill\n  Percy caught a murder case, guess who's footin' the bill\n  Pistol caught three attempts, guess who's footin' the bill\n  Now niggas get to questionin' me like who's real\n  I was locked up, you was tappin' my accounts\n  Came home like Fredo, nigga, you had to bounce\n  You was my day 1, I mean the main one\n  \"Loyal\" tatted on your arm but you ain't one\n  She was my day 1\n  We used to sleep on the mattress\n  Way before all the money, all the features, and acting\n  Feds on my ass, I'm tryna duck me a RICO\n  All up on CNN, tryna save Puerto Rico\n  This is real life, ain't nothin' pretend\n  Got rid of my enemies 'cause I made 'em my friends\n  Ho, we stick to the code\n  Man, you know how that go—strictly business\n  And it ain't personal\n\n  We was on the same track, me and my day 1\n  Never a doubt, it's a fact, that's my day 1\n  I never thought it'd come to this, not my day 1\n  I never thought I'd see the day you wasn't day 1\n  We used to smoke together, make plans together\n  Plottin' on a billion dollars and stay rich forever\n  Fall together and laugh together\n  But now you got a nigga fucked up\n  Fucked up, fucked up, fucked up\n  Yeah\n  Fucked up, fucked up, fucked up\n\n  Timeout for the bullshit, man\n  I gotta keep it all wit' y'all, wit' y'all\n  I don't give a fuck how much dope you sold\n  How many niggas you done killed,\n  how many banks you done robbed, how many niggas you done robbed\n  Whatever you done did, gangsta in the streets now\n  All that shit go away once you tell on a nigga, man\n  Ain't no such thing as a legendary rat\n  Once you told, my nigga, yo stripes and everything has been taken away\n  You have motherfuckin' damaged your\n  whole, the rest of your family tree\n  Your son is a little rat now\n  You know what I'm sayin'?\n  Y'all stop praising these rat ass niggas, man\n  Throwin' these niggas parties and shit\n  You fucked your legacy up, dog\n  I don't give a fuck what you did\n  Once you told on a nigga, you fucked that up\n  Ain't no legendary rat\n  You'll never be honored\n"}]