We was on the same track, me and my day 1
Never a doubt, it's a fact, that's my day 1
I never thought it'd come to this, not my day 1
I never thought I'd see the day you wasn't day 1
We used to smoke together, make plans together
Plottin' on a billion dollars and stay rich forever
Fall together and laugh together
But now you got a nigga fucked up
Fucked up, fucked up, fucked up
Yeah, yeah
Fucked up, fucked up, fucked up

Checkmate, 12 on the way
They send a caravan of narcs to the estate
Escape routes, it ain't no routes for your escape
They got the blueprints and plans, they been plottin' this for days
Come get your man, he been leaking shit for months
Eating bacon turkey sandwiches with pigs over lunch
You like, not the one you stood beside when it was war
I'm like, I try to tell you stay the fuck away from boy, aight?
I hope you stashed away some cash and royalties
Chains is cool to cop, but more important is lawyer fees
Stick to the rules, nigga, that's how it goes
'Cause this is business (and it ain't personal)

We was on the same track, me and my day 1
Never a doubt, it's a fact, that's my day 1
I never thought it'd come to this, not my day 1
I never thought I'd see the day you wasn't day 1
We used to smoke together, make plans together
Plottin' on a billion dollars and stay rich forever
Fall together and laugh together
But now you got a nigga fucked up
Fucked up, fucked up, fucked up
Yeah
(Swear to God these niggas got us fucked up)
Fucked up, fucked up, fucked up

Yo
The IRS is in my books, accountant told me to chill
Percy caught a murder case, guess who's footin' the bill
Pistol caught three attempts, guess who's footin' the bill
Now niggas get to questionin' me like who's real
I was locked up, you was tappin' my accounts
Came home like Fredo, nigga, you had to bounce
You was my day 1, I mean the main one
"Loyal" tatted on your arm but you ain't one
She was my day 1
We used to sleep on the mattress
Way before all the money, all the features, and acting
Feds on my ass, I'm tryna duck me a RICO
All up on CNN, tryna save Puerto Rico
This is real life, ain't nothin' pretend
Got rid of my enemies 'cause I made 'em my friends
Ho, we stick to the code
Man, you know how that go, strictly business
And it ain't personal

We was on the same track, me and my day 1
Never a doubt, it's a fact, that's my day 1
I never thought it'd come to this, not my day 1
I never thought I'd see the day you wasn't day 1
We used to smoke together, make plans together
Plottin' on a billion dollars and stay rich forever
Fall together and laugh together
But now you got a nigga fucked up
Fucked up, fucked up, fucked up
Yeah
Fucked up, fucked up, fucked up

Timeout for the bullshit, man
I gotta keep it all wit' y'all, wit' y'all
I don't give a fuck how much dope you sold
How many niggas you done killed, how many banks you done robbed, how many niggas you done robbed
Whatever you done did, gangsta in the streets now
All that shit go away once you tell on a nigga, man
Ain't no such thing as a legendary rat
Once you told, my nigga, yo stripes and everything has been taken away
You have motherfuckin' damaged your whole, the rest of your family tree
Your son is a little rat now
You know what I'm sayin'?
Y'all stop praising these rat ass niggas, man
Throwin' these niggas parties and shit
You fucked your legacy up, dog
I don't give a fuck what you did
Once you told on a nigga, you fucked that up
Ain't no legendary rat
You'll never be honored

Copyright: Universal Music Publishing Group, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Writer(s): Andre Lyon, Joseph Cartagena