F1RST (feat. El Rico)

She goes, I come I burst
From my mistake I learn
My clothes she's always taking, you know she love my shirts
I went back to the hood and they called me a stylist cuz I wore it first
Big man I don't think you can chat to me, respect I earned
She goes, I come I burst
From my mistake I learn
My clothes she's always taking, you know she love my shirts
I went back to the hood and they called me a stylist cuz I wore it first
Big man I don't think you can chat to me, respect I earned

One shot
One shot for the mandem wey fallout the smoke
Two shots
Two shots for the bad girls wey take off their clothes
She burst I come I go
The way she turn I know
For the bag she dey go down low
So with the drip I pose
Guess what
I'm on the way to the top, you hear it in all of the work that I've done
They telling me pride is a killer but make no mistake I'm embracing the thriller
So I got to the point they can call me a winner cuz everyday I be hustling
That suffering, it turned me to a king no long discussion

Oh, oh
Oh, oh
Oh, oh
Oh, oh
Oh, oh
Oh, oh
Oh, oh
Oh, oh

I rap, I sing, I trap
I light, I puff, I pass
I'm first that's no discussion
The feds stay on my ass
My voice like coke and crack
I sound like floating Angels
My voice too neat that's facts
Can't stop flexing vocals
We at the top like
None of these niggas ain't first
None of these niggas can talk to us like
None of these niggas ain't shit
Might just take your bitch
Might just light that rizzla
Might just light that rizz
She goes, I come, I

She goes, I come I burst
From my mistake I learn
My clothes she's always taking, you know she love my shirts
I went back to the hood and they called me a stylist cuz I wore it first
Big man I don't think you can chat to me, respect I earned
She goes, I come I burst
From my mistake I learn
My clothes she's always taking, you know she love my shirts
I went back to the hood and they called me a stylist cuz I wore it first
Big man I don't think you can chat to me, respect I earned

Respect I earned that shit
With my dawgs in a drop top whip
My money so long, I showed my niggas they couldn't believe that shit
My shit's so long I showed my bitch, she couldn't believe that shit
My mindset changed, I showed my mom she couldn't believe that shit
Know y'all got faith in me
Know y'all depend on me
Y'all is my kids
Took y'all out the orphanage
Can't change on me
Now I got racks on me
Now I got stacks on me
Schoolboy feeling like JC
We a motherfucking tag team

Yessir
Man fuck all the opp boys let's get back to the flexing
I learned from my olders a long time ago so I ain't stressing
They helpless
I no be big gun but I swear I go torment their crew with flex
Make all these pussies move too reckless

She goes, I come I burst
From my mistake I learn
My clothes she's always taking, she know she love my shirts
I went back to the hood and they called me a stylist cuz I wore it first
Big man I don't think you can chat to me



Credits
Writer(s): Jesse Edili
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