First Things First Lyrics

Pray for my hood

I'm tryna keep first things first

Pray for Sgv and la

I'm tryna keep first things first

I'm tryna keep first things first

All my partnas In the streets or the hearse

I tell em change cause it only gets worse

But they diving into vices head first

I need your strength Lord

To hold it all down

I got enemies and vices all around

Amazing grace oh I love the sweet sound

Thank you Lord for always holding me down

Always holding me down

Satan back up no controlling me now

Put the sacks up, can't be rolling weed now

Make a rack but it's from foldin beats now

Drop some restoration on a freestyle

Southern Cali we some holy Gs now

On the come up praise GOD In the meanwhile

Satan hatin wanna see my soul defiled

Baitin waiting like he tryna hunt me down

So it going down It's either him or me

My father said resist His ugly self and he'll flee

I dont bang no more but I still catch fades in the street

Stopping Satans plots to rest somebody with the heat

Countless pills they pop they ship the drugs in overseas

Talent wasted on od's and lawyer fees

You runnin our the door your momma beggin baby please

Crying out to GOD for you daily on her knees

I'm tryna keep first things first

All my partnas In the streets or the hearse

I tell em change cause it only gets worse

But they diving into vices head first

Lord I'm tryna keep first things first

All my partnas In the streets or in the hearse

I tell em change cause it only gets worse

But they diving into vices head first

Im from Cali where they let the led burst

My heart broken bruh so many men cursed

Demons fien for death they quenchin they thirst

Steada squabbling they pull the gun first

Banging sets they don't see that it's a set up

Dig they grave then lie in it and they won't get up

I'm speaking life until they soul rise and get better

Watch the spirit move he unveiling the letter

Lord I'm tryna keep first things first

All my partnas In the streets or in the hearse

I tell em change it only gets worse

But they diving into vices head first

I need your strength Lord, to hold it all down

I got enemies and Vices all around

Amazing grace oh I love the sweet sound

Thank you lord for always holding me down

The homies ain't belive until I changed first

Walk it out don't say it in a dang verse

Think you too wicked for Christ I did worse

Highly favored but somehow I lived cursed

Thank GOD he gave my sins a big hearse

Satan bribin me offered a big purse

Holy water been quenchin my big thirst

Hydrated so I spit a sick verse

Shout out to momma told me seek GOD not the commas

Shout out to poppa, teaching me to walk propa

Shout out my haters they work great as elevators

Shout my supports know I go extra hard for ya

Shout out my GOD teaching me to be no fraud

And for his discipline he stay whippin the rod

Shout to Jesus he died for us on the cross

He bridged the gap so you and I could get across

Lord I'm tryna keep first things first

All my partnas In the streets or in the hearse

I tell em change cause it only gets worse

But they diving into vices head first

I need your strength Lord, to hold it all down

I got enemies and Vices all around

Amazing grace oh I love the sweet sound

Thank you lord for always holding me down