First To Win

It's Deem Matic
The radio wave clean bastard
But get your camp shaky if you niggas breath static
The least established but overpaid where the streets matter
The overlay killer mixing silk with Japanese fabrics
Overstays in the villa picking up from where you last saw me leave baggage
Right on the step door
The three to life is money, power, respect, I moved to the step four
All metaphysical on the chessboard
Mix the ginger root with the stressed thoughts
Here to revive and replenish
Fixed stares while I drive through the entrance
Can't survive off percentage
I need the whole shabang
Proceeds to my local chain
You only know peace once you know you don't know a thing
Turned the cold bleak right into a solar flame

Whether the cards they checking or the bar they checking
Can't disrupt what we started at all
In the streets like the tar paint set in
In the record books jotting with a sharpie and all
It's looking permanent
Cozy in my spot clay pots the furnishing
New drive like it's 1st and 10
Who decides who the first to win

My path been reset
Enough of all the chatting I'm establishing respect
A slump what I was caught in now it's laughing and rest
Fresh manchego and watercress over razz vinaigrette
Lapping the vets
This just an observation
Still got cash in the 'jects
And God get the amens
20 Large off of patience
Believe that there's more behind
Divvy the drop cuz police got the cautious eye
My blood boil it cauterize
Niggas get dubbed loyal
But feel they pockets and try to call for mine
This shit feel like the league
Keep a couple shooters tucked and a nickel in the sleeve
I'm about a dollar, I'm impartial to the 95
On that same highway while I'm dipping through the chalky lines
It's mine



Credits
Writer(s): Kadeem Mcintosh
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