FIRST THINGS FIRST ft. DaveOsBeatz Lyrics

Hear the passion, compare me to Christ

My life, I'm rolling the dice

Crap out, fuck it I'm a be fine

I'm used to these nickels and dimes

In the matrix, I'm going to Zion

Supreme architect this by design

They all basic but got an advance

Signed they life away, they in a trance

All they good for is making you dance

Breath of fresh air i'm like a fan

I'm am different what you don't understand?

It's legible I'm good with my hands

Legend tell how we beat the odds

Baltimore to Brooklyn city blocks

Seen it all, I just can't be stopped

It's like , bar after bar , overload

Mind can't hold, let it go

Highly decorated celebrated

Tell a fuck Nigga that I made it

I was ready to die for my country

You think I'm scared of walking through your city

I should be good, anonymity

got the same skin are you kidding me

Why you look at me like an enemy

Rap level this the epitome

Cost too much money to get rid of me

Mask off I ain't hiding shit

All them hoes good for sucking dick

Makes it so easy when you rich

They said life about a bitch

Wifed mine, had a couple kids

Moral of the story twin never miss

Everybody wanna get by

Everybody wanna get high

Everybody wanna sell drugs

I'll be the 9 to 5 guy

Go ahead take the elevator

Imma take the stairs to the top

Over your head you can watch

Sit back enjoy the fucking view

Now you can guess who is who

I am not the bearer of bad news

I will not be used as a muse

I will not conform to these rules

Difference is between me and you

I'll be stressed sitting by the pool

Back stroke I own this bitch too

I will not be coached by a fool

Big business what we rap about

A Free verse is a hand out

I get paid for my thoughts now

I walk with God this ordained

My life is a movie

Hip hop Nigga hooray

We them Nigga who they?

Run the numbers like it's draft night

You too grown for what you act like

Don't be blinded by the bright lights

This is gospel to like minds

Up early out getting mines

twin's rap for the 9-5's

Interstate like you known to drive

We rap to be immortalized

This God talk to mortal minds

I Know your demons horrified

Know this castle is fortified

Most woman don't date rappers

Half of them going die young

Young artist don't know business

Are you sure this is what you really want?

Red pill or the blue one

That a journey down a rabbit hole

This the shit you'll probably never know

This is art of the controlled

Pedophile love the young rappers

Most fuck just to get a deal

Plucking talent from drama schools

Groom you to become cool

kill a artist for the insurance money

Don't think that can't be you

They don't pray to same God

Coin flip nigga choose sides

Favorite rapper really broke

Drugged up prolly high on some coke

Nightmares about dropping the soap

Feels bad about selling his soul

Cross roads on the road to the top

Can't drop all the shit that he got

Label owned house, car, and watch

Getting rape niggas begging to stop

This the truth nigga like or not

Nepotism how he got the spot

Power trip off the money and clout

Audit nigga don't fuck the count

Money gone now you broke

Woah

Nothing worse than be famous and broke

you don't own all the shit that you wrote

Sucking and fucking

To get out deal that you coveted

Doing your part in them rituals

Don't even know all the sigils Huh?

Don't even know who your enemies are

Pissing them off cause we made it this far

Who can control us we do what we want

Play the game hop skip and a jump

You ain't hip yet we in the front

Rap shark tank I'm going to lunch

Beware they spiking the punch

Put you on game winning with us

Told y'all they ain't playing with us

Turned deals down valued as such

I ain't bending over for nobody son

Simulation broke

You woke up the one