First Things First (feat. Dimes)

First things first imma hit 'em where it hurts
Serving up the work tryna buy my bitch a purse
Birkin that's for her, put Burberry on my shirt
Opps get buried in the dirt, cemetery with the hearse
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Build the pressure 'til it burst, shawty buss it for me
Every second I be searching for them hunnits
I want big drops of water on my wrist, a fucking flood no slow leak
Stocking commas with the clique and double cupping codeine

Running up them funds, I need a couple of g's
Youngin number one them others fronting, they ain't fucking with me
Hunting for the money with a blunt in my teeth
Coming for my bucks end of discussion, there ain't nothing come free
I'm on the track like Adidas, the opps is capping I see this
I'm off this pack up on Venus, just dropped some acid saw Jesus
A don and mack since a fetus, I want a sack let's call Regis
My guap I'll stack to the ceilings, I got my back to your feelings
I ain't got time for no dealings that don't involve solid business
I stay on grind for them millions I'm focused on stocking digits
Can't take my shine it's so brilliant my flow it's hot got em tripping
I made my mind up for real and I'm going off on y'all with this
Shit this the difference between a rookie and a vet
I been here sipping on prescription with these cookies on my breath
Play my position so consistent finna do it til my death
My competition non-existent took one look and then they left

First things first imma hit 'em where it hurts
Serving up the work tryna buy my bitch a purse
Birkin that's for her, put Burberry on my shirt
Opps get buried in the dirt, cemetery with the hearse
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Build the pressure 'til it burst, shawty buss it for me
Every second I be searching for them hunnits
I want big drops of water on my wrist, a fucking flood no slow leak
Stocking commas with the clique and double cupping codeine

I'm a man with a dream and it seems that I'm something special
Coming correct with a bunch of pencils
Cause I'm the best and I'm obsessed with a dumb cheque
Imma flex and it's just essential
When I'm on a track this nasty
Then it has to be something with much potential
Cause I'm Mentos to the Coke and I'm bout to blow
Now you better fucking run and get low
Head home, imma get mad destructive
Cause I'm with Mak and the track is bumping
Rapping something passionate
Pass the spliff imma have to puff it, yeah
Immaculate and Mak you lit
And my ass disgusting
Having fun when I'm asked to spit
A massive hit imma craft it's nothing, yeah
I'm a master in a class that all you rappers isn't
That's the shit I'm after not the plaques or all the cash and women
That's just kiddish to me, and I'm laughing while you cappers spitting
As I'm sending hazards to the bastards who attack the vision



Credits
Writer(s): Andrew Mcdonald
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