"1st Things 1st" lyrics
I walk the streets like a million men
Marching searching for heart a love offering
Dying for a dream I'm more Malcolm than Martin
So it seems more Tyson, more bite, more funky, more parliament
George know Washingtons go to wifey
Real 1s stick together from the start of it
Though I'm in it for the art of it
Mind still run like water
Time still go against me
So my wrist still turnin' in the kitchen
Still gotta find time to do the dishes
You lay in the bed you make
I won't sleep, I wake, I'm up
Lost friends, lost weight, lost trust
All suitable conditions
How I come up off the cuff
No bluff
Know Curtis?
Get rich or die and I'm certain
Catch me in the Maybach
Before they close curtains
In the fast lane soul searching
For purpose
I ain't perfect
Ain't nobody on this earth is
Figure what your worth is
Figure more or less
I feel it in the air
In my chest
A nigga been focus
Since a nigga turned Steph
A warrior, a vet
So the story goes
Check
This chess not checkers
I let my queen go before I lose respect
I let that thing go aim it at your neck
You want a stained glass window or a flesh wound
I know pain very well you ever met?
A nigga down to his last I suggest
Be cool Dabu, you know what I'ma do
These niggas food I'll chew
Catch blessing too
These niggas destitute, ayo
When my pen get possessed
Send the revenue
Send a revered thru
Let the spirit move you
It be cutting thru
Been dead broke
Resurrected too
When I step in booths
Marching searching for heart a love offering
Dying for a dream I'm more Malcolm than Martin
So it seems more Tyson, more bite, more funky, more parliament
George know Washingtons go to wifey
Real 1s stick together from the start of it
Though I'm in it for the art of it
Mind still run like water
Time still go against me
So my wrist still turnin' in the kitchen
Still gotta find time to do the dishes
You lay in the bed you make
I won't sleep, I wake, I'm up
Lost friends, lost weight, lost trust
All suitable conditions
How I come up off the cuff
No bluff
Know Curtis?
Get rich or die and I'm certain
Catch me in the Maybach
Before they close curtains
In the fast lane soul searching
For purpose
I ain't perfect
Ain't nobody on this earth is
Figure what your worth is
Figure more or less
I feel it in the air
In my chest
A nigga been focus
Since a nigga turned Steph
A warrior, a vet
So the story goes
Check
This chess not checkers
I let my queen go before I lose respect
I let that thing go aim it at your neck
You want a stained glass window or a flesh wound
I know pain very well you ever met?
A nigga down to his last I suggest
Be cool Dabu, you know what I'ma do
These niggas food I'll chew
Catch blessing too
These niggas destitute, ayo
When my pen get possessed
Send the revenue
Send a revered thru
Let the spirit move you
It be cutting thru
Been dead broke
Resurrected too
When I step in booths
