[Verse 1] Couch full of crumbs Pocket full of crumbs We was schemin’ at the bodega Dreamin’ ‘bout sums Mama on EBT Stash in the ceiling vent Rubber bands round dirty bills Prayin’ they pay the rent Had a .38 wrapped In my school hoodie First body on the block Turned a kid to a bully Sex in the staircase She moan over sirens I’m kissin’ her neck While my opps do the dialin’ (brrah) [Pre-Chorus] We ain’t had shit but a scale and a wish Fucked in that trap tryna feel more than risk Blood on the walls that the landlord ain’t see Either die on this corner or break it and leave [Chorus] Sex, money, murder in the day ones’ hands Either ride in the hearse or we ride in the Benz Came up out the slums, we was broke, not bent Put a price on my head, couldn’t touch one friend Sex, money, murder, that’s the world we knew Put the pain in the pot, made the sky turn blue If I make it to the top, then my block come too Day ones in the dirt, but we bloom right through (yeah, yeah) [Verse 2] Shorty got her ass up Face in the mattress I’m countin’ up plays While I beat it like a habit (uh) Hit from the back Phone buzzin’ — new addy She screamin’ my name I’m thinkin’ ‘bout the baggie Homie caught a body For a chain and a dare Now his mom in the pew And his pic on a chair I done washed red stains From my white tee twice But I still see his eyes Every time I close mine [Pre-Chorus] We ain’t had love, we had trauma and licks Learned to aim straight ‘fore we learned what a kiss is Whole block cursed, real talk, we the proof Either drown in that blood or go raise the roof [Chorus] Sex, money, murder in the day ones’ hands Either ride in the hearse or we ride in the Benz Came up out the slums, we was broke, not bent Put a price on my head, couldn’t touch one friend Sex, money, murder, that’s the world we knew Put the pain in the pot, made the sky turn blue If I make it to the top, then my block come too Day ones in the dirt, but we bloom right through (day ones) [Bridge] Fuck a new clique, I’m with the same old few (same ones) Who shared one plate, who split one view Who hit that lick, then split that loot Who prayed I win ‘fore they prayed for they own move [Chorus] Sex, money, murder in the day ones’ hands Either ride in the hearse or we ride in the Benz Came up out the slums, we was broke, not bent Put a price on my head, couldn’t touch one friend Sex, money, murder, that’s the world we knew Put the pain in the pot, made the sky turn blue If I make it to the top, then my block come too Day ones in the dirt, but we bloom right through (yeah, yeah)

rap, Hybrid trap / glitch-hop foundation with aggressive 808s and stuttered vocal chops; verses ride a swung, half-time pocket that flips into double-time drum and bass on the hook. Distorted bass growls and glitchy fills answer the rap, with hints of future bass chords swelling in the pre-chorus. Male vocals, raw and in-your-face, occasional pitched ad-lib layers and crowd-style gang shouts on the hook., glitch hop, deep house, glitch, drum and bass, hip hop, rock

Day Ones in the Dirt