First Day Out

HoodRich Pablo Juan

Lyrics

[Intro] Pablo Juan, man They let me out this motherfucker? (Yeah, eat it up, Champ, eat it up) Let's go
[Verse] Jumped out in Louis, they super exclusive I'm ridin' with shooters, they makin' a movie (Pow, pow, pow) I made it off Candler, they ask, "How you do it?" (How you do that?) I'm flexin', finessin', I do it for Scooter (Flex, finesse) I ain't dumb or stupid, my Prada silent No salad, I'm dressin' like thousand island (I'm dressed) You ain't buyin' no work, why the fuck you dialing? (Huh?) In the back of the Maybach, just countin' thousands (Count it up) I mismatch designers, I'm actin' childish (Stop playin') Fresh out the slammer, go money bandana (Moneyband) Tony Montana, I trap with no cameras (Tony Montana) Lookin' like money, I know that I'm handsome (Hah) Fucked on the strokers then fucked on the dancers (Fuck it up) I'm Chrome Hearted, hold your bitch up for ransom Young nigga trappin' all day with no lunch break EA Sports, I'm a player like 2K (Player) I'm in her mouth, she don't even need toothpaste (Nah) I'm on a deuce and D'USSÉ (Woo) Cash out I don't even tie my shoe lace Bust down my Audemars, Bobby Boucher (Water boy) White and the rose gold like sugar and Kool-Aid (Two tone) Open the cage, I went straight to the JJ's Free all my niggas that's still eating steak trays (Free all my niggas) Started out trappin', that shit was a gateway (Trap, trap) Hop out, I counted a hundred the same day (I count it) If I come out, it's raining today (Drip) If I pull it, I aim at your face (Bow, bow) I keep it street like they painted me gray (Keep it street) I might just go Rick Owen today (Hoodrich) Keep him from around, me, I don't owe him no favor (Hell nah) Due respect, I shit on my haters (Shit on them niggas) Take off my bobos, I'm goin' Bottega (Let's go) I stick in they face like ridin' a bike (Hah) Diamonds they hittin', they startin' a fight (Boaw) Capping is that shit that I don't like (That shit) Ballin', you know I'm the GOAT like Mike (I'm the GOAT) I just want the throat, you ain't gotta spend the night (Naw) Get your ass killed, I ain't gotta have a knife (Don't do that, my nigga) He must be soft because he covered in ice (Ice, ice) Still on probation, I'm rollin' the dice (Let's go) Put her in rotation, I ain't make her my wife (Hell nah) Got to do it for my niggas, got life (Yeah) When I'm shoppin', on God, I don't never check the price (Hah) Fuck 'bout no money, I buy what I like (Put that shit on) Mony World, nigga, we ain't gotta buy stripes (Mony World) Gotta tone it down, it be shinin' too bright (Tone that shit down) Right off the top, don't even ask if I write (Cap) Cap off the top when he ask me the price Shorty too pussy, I call him a dyke (Dyke) I don't even wanna fuck her for real, but I might (Only wanna fuck) Ain't gotta touch 'em, I still get 'em off tonight (They gone) No bitch in my dog, don't bark, they bite (Grrr) Only live once, so I ain't wearing it twice I jumped out, no parachute, landed right (Landed) No TSA, bitch, I stay on the flight (Stay on the flight)
[Outro] Man on my chest, salute a motherfuckin' real nigga, man Show these niggas what real niggas supposed to do, my nigga Show these niggas how real niggas supposed to wa-walk around this motherfucker Keep this shit solid, nigga Tell them niggas put you on the Mount Rushmore, my brother Fuck wrong with these niggas, my nigga? Welcome home, my nigga, I should tell you that shit, my nigga You know what I'm sayin', nigga? I salute everything, my nigga You was already big, my nigga, shit even bigger, my nigga From a real street nigga, my nigga I salute and support everything that you did, my nigga And just like before, my nigga Whatever you need from me, my nigga, just give me a call, dog I'm pullin' up, dog Welcome home, dog

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The Deeper Meaning of "First Day Out"
The Resurrection Flex

HoodRich Pablo Juan's "First Day Out" is a quintessential entry in the "first day out" subgenre of trap music—a celebratory anthem of freedom and an immediate, unapologetic reassertion of status. The song isn't just about being released from incarceration; it's about proving that the time away did nothing to diminish his wealth, influence, or street credibility. Every line is a calculated flex, a testament to his resilience.

The track's narrative is built on a foundation of luxury and authenticity. He immediately establishes his return to the high life with "Jumped out in Louis, they super exclusive" and riding in a "back of the Maybach, just countin' thousands." These aren't just boasts; they are proof that his empire was running smoothly even in his absence. References to his roots, "I made it off Candler," and his affiliations, "I do it for Scooter," ground the song in a reality that his core audience respects. He's not just a rich rapper; he's a product of his environment who stayed loyal.

Ultimately, "First Day Out" is about the power of resilience in the trap world. Lines like "Fresh out the slammer, go money bandana" and "Open the cage, I went straight to the JJ's" (jewelry store) illustrate a seamless transition from confinement back to a life of opulence. The song is a declaration that a setback like jail is merely an interruption, not a defeat. The triumphant outro from a friend solidifies this, anointing him as a "real nigga" worthy of being on the "Mount Rushmore" of the streets, confirming his status is not just intact, but elevated.

About The Track

"First Day Out" is a landmark track by Atlanta rapper HoodRich Pablo Juan, released on Halloween 2017 as part of his acclaimed mixtape "Designer Drugz 3." Embodying the classic "first day out" hip-hop trope, the song serves as a powerful declaration of his return to the rap scene and street life after a period of incarceration. Produced by Eat It Up Champ, the track is a masterclass in flexing, with Pablo Juan effortlessly dropping bars about luxury brands, wealth, and street authenticity over a hard-hitting trap beat. It remains one of his most iconic songs, celebrated for its raw energy and quintessential Atlanta sound.