"First Things First"


[Verse 1]
All right, first things first, I've been putting in the work
I'm a rebel with a cause (With a cause)
Had problems with the fam, I had problems with the gang
But I put that sh*t on pause (Put that sh*t on pause)
I've been gone for a while but I saw you n*ggas smile
When I cancelled all my tours (Little pussies)
Someone tell 'em that I'm back
I don't never ever slack, grab my gun and go to war (Boy)
I got brothers up in jail, going mad up in their cells
When you hear me, bang your doors (Bang your doors)
n*ggas moving chatty, someone tell 'em that I'm scatty
Bro, I'll pull up uninsured like (Skrr)
Running through my strip, rappers jumping on my di*k
Just to build up a rapport (That's embarrassing)
I can tell them man are bitter
But they're begging it on Twitter, man, I swear I'm so appalled (So appalled)
Before he takes a shot, I'll shoot him first (Shoot him first)
And poor mum, we was going through her purse (Through her purse)
We were doing road and doing church
Looked the devil in his face like, "motherf*cker, do your worst"
Still here tryna find another blessing
I'm over-loyal, man, I'll ride for what I'm repping
Dark times, n*ggas dying in recession
You was fighting with your girl when I was fighting my depression, wait

[Verse 2]
All right, first things first, could've put you in a hearse
Man, I gave you boys a lifeline (Lifeline)
I was scrolling through my tweets, had Adele up on repeat
And saw a madness on my timeline (My timeline)
LBC's tryna black ball me
And tryna blame your boy for knife crime (Like, what?)
I don't use a shank, I got money in the bank
Man, I'd rather do a drive-by (di*kheads)
Mad, mad demons in my thoughts
Young Stormz wasn't ready for the limelight (Wasn't ready)
Took a little break from the game, started praying
Man, I had to get my mind right (Started praying)
All black clothes til I shine bright
Full beams f*cking up my eyesight (Woo)
They hate me on the sly, but I bet you if I died
You would see 'em at my nine-night (Fake youts)
They're asking if I'm real, I'm real enough ('Nough)
Still got a couple killers in the cut (Cut)
If he's coming nice, I big him up
Drugs kill, but my n*ggas make a killing off a drug (Ay)
Rapping like I'm Jigga but I'm Puff (Puff)
West End wanna show a n*gga love (Love)
But if it weren't me you would never let my n*ggas in the club
f*ck DSTRKT and f*ck all these nightclubs
And f*ck giving money to people that don't like us
There's riots in the city, just tell me where I sign up
The rave goes silly every time I pick the mic up (Whoa)
I got smoke, you can hold a bit
A coloured brother with a bone to pick
But I still get to gunning, don't be running when I bang mine
Before we said our prayers, there were gang signs (Gang signs)

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