First Things First
I'm on my lonely, yea
I could never trust a phony, yea
Stay ten toes like tony yea
Stay ten toes like tony yea
I'm in my bag
Yea they really got me mad
No I ain't going out sad
I got JT in the back
Drive the whip, Ima' crash
Moving fast I could never be last
If you ain't my bro you ain't getting no dap
Put a band on your head, that's a rack (hey,hey,hey)
JT in the stu and you know he gon' snap (hey,hey,hey)
I'm on the grind, yea I've been feeling like Mac, no Miller
I don't think they know that I am a winner
Steady rocking christian no I ain't a sinner
My fit so cold, and no I ain't talking the middle of winter
Knock on wood, give that boy a splinter
Home run, know that I'm a heavy hitter
Heavy hitter
Throw it to JT, feel like a pitcher
"Oh that's your hoe?", yea she want a picture
Mind racing, no I aint talking sprinter
First Things First gotta start my day up
I pray to god everytime I wake up
Hey, pass me the ball and no I ain't shooting Ima' take a layup (Layup)
Hey, pass it to twin, we pushing through haters better get your weight up (Weight up)
BB band how a kid don't stress
Three-D clips, how I can't be pressed
Wait hoe wait gotta get to that check
Ain't no drake but I wonder what's next
I guess that I'm slick with it
Flow so cold I kind of figured I'm sick with it
Stutter on words, how I'm rapping illiterate
Making a band so I guess that I'll stick with it
It's only 8 in the morning I think I should tone it down
This ain't your industry, what do you know about
Making it work and then switching the flow around
Drowning for hours it's easy I'm floating now
Turn the white walls red painting with blood you better pay for
Might hit the bank and then get out with the bankrolls
Hold my breath, like I've been aiming up the angles
She came in a bun but left the crib lookin tangled
Hold up JT run it back
You already know we popping them tags
All these other lil rappers is ass
You already know I pull up and you know I got me a bag
We run it up from the back of the class
Shawty a stripper she throwing that ass
Keep it all steady been getting that cash
JT and Loughlin been cooking a batch
I'm on my lonely, yea
I could never trust a phony, yea
Stay ten toes like tony yea
Stay ten toes like tony yea
I'm in my bag
Yea they really got me mad
No I ain't going out sad
I got JT in the back
Drive the whip, Ima' crash
Moving fast I could never be last
If you ain't my bro you ain't getting no dap
Put a band on your head, that's a rack (hey,hey,hey)
JT in the stu and you know he gon' snap (hey,hey,hey)
I'm on the grind, yea I've been feeling like Mac, no Miller
I don't think they know that I am a winner
Steady rocking christian no I ain't a sinner
My fit so cold, and no I ain't talking the middle of winter
Knock on wood, give that boy a splinter
Home run, know that I'm a heavy hitter
Heavy hitter
Throw it to JT, feel like a pitcher
"Oh that's your hoe?", yea she want a picture
Mind racing, no I aint talking sprinter
First Things First gotta start my day up
I pray to god everytime I wake up
Hey, pass me the ball and no I ain't shooting Ima' take a layup (Layup)
Hey, pass it to twin, we pushing through haters better get your weight up (Weight up)
I could never trust a phony, yea
Stay ten toes like tony yea
Stay ten toes like tony yea
I'm in my bag
Yea they really got me mad
No I ain't going out sad
I got JT in the back
Drive the whip, Ima' crash
Moving fast I could never be last
If you ain't my bro you ain't getting no dap
Put a band on your head, that's a rack (hey,hey,hey)
JT in the stu and you know he gon' snap (hey,hey,hey)
I'm on the grind, yea I've been feeling like Mac, no Miller
I don't think they know that I am a winner
Steady rocking christian no I ain't a sinner
My fit so cold, and no I ain't talking the middle of winter
Knock on wood, give that boy a splinter
Home run, know that I'm a heavy hitter
Heavy hitter
Throw it to JT, feel like a pitcher
"Oh that's your hoe?", yea she want a picture
Mind racing, no I aint talking sprinter
First Things First gotta start my day up
I pray to god everytime I wake up
Hey, pass me the ball and no I ain't shooting Ima' take a layup (Layup)
Hey, pass it to twin, we pushing through haters better get your weight up (Weight up)
BB band how a kid don't stress
Three-D clips, how I can't be pressed
Wait hoe wait gotta get to that check
Ain't no drake but I wonder what's next
I guess that I'm slick with it
Flow so cold I kind of figured I'm sick with it
Stutter on words, how I'm rapping illiterate
Making a band so I guess that I'll stick with it
It's only 8 in the morning I think I should tone it down
This ain't your industry, what do you know about
Making it work and then switching the flow around
Drowning for hours it's easy I'm floating now
Turn the white walls red painting with blood you better pay for
Might hit the bank and then get out with the bankrolls
Hold my breath, like I've been aiming up the angles
She came in a bun but left the crib lookin tangled
Hold up JT run it back
You already know we popping them tags
All these other lil rappers is ass
You already know I pull up and you know I got me a bag
We run it up from the back of the class
Shawty a stripper she throwing that ass
Keep it all steady been getting that cash
JT and Loughlin been cooking a batch
I'm on my lonely, yea
I could never trust a phony, yea
Stay ten toes like tony yea
Stay ten toes like tony yea
I'm in my bag
Yea they really got me mad
No I ain't going out sad
I got JT in the back
Drive the whip, Ima' crash
Moving fast I could never be last
If you ain't my bro you ain't getting no dap
Put a band on your head, that's a rack (hey,hey,hey)
JT in the stu and you know he gon' snap (hey,hey,hey)
I'm on the grind, yea I've been feeling like Mac, no Miller
I don't think they know that I am a winner
Steady rocking christian no I ain't a sinner
My fit so cold, and no I ain't talking the middle of winter
Knock on wood, give that boy a splinter
Home run, know that I'm a heavy hitter
Heavy hitter
Throw it to JT, feel like a pitcher
"Oh that's your hoe?", yea she want a picture
Mind racing, no I aint talking sprinter
First Things First gotta start my day up
I pray to god everytime I wake up
Hey, pass me the ball and no I ain't shooting Ima' take a layup (Layup)
Hey, pass it to twin, we pushing through haters better get your weight up (Weight up)
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Writer(s): Jeremiah Rodriguez
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