First Things First ft. JT. Lyrics

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)