FIRST TO WIN Lyrics

It's Deem Matic

The radio wave clean bastard

But get your camp shaky if you niggas breath static

The least established but overpaid where the streets matter

The overlay killer mixing silk with Japanese fabrics

Overstays in the villa picking up from where you last saw me leave baggage

Right on the step door

The three to life is money, power, respect, I moved to the step four

All metaphysical on the chessboard

Mix the ginger root with the stressed thoughts

Here to revive and replenish

Fixed stares while I drive through the entrance

Can't survive off percentage

I need the whole shabang

Proceeds to my local chain

You only know peace once you know you don't know a thing

Turned the cold bleak right into a solar flame

Whether the cards they checking or the bar they checking

Can't disrupt what we started at all

In the streets like the tar paint set in

In the record books jotting with a sharpie and all

It's looking permanent

Cozy in my spot clay pots the furnishing

New drive like it's 1st and 10

Who decides who the first to win

My path been reset

Enough of all the chatting I'm establishing respect

A slump what I was caught in now it's laughing and rest

Fresh manchego and watercress over razz vinaigrette

Lapping the vets

This just an observation

Still got cash in the 'jects

And God get the amens

20 Large off of patience

Believe that there's more behind

Divvy the drop cuz police got the cautious eye

My blood boil it cauterize

Niggas get dubbed loyal

But feel they pockets and try to call for mine

This shit feel like the league

Keep a couple shooters tucked and a nickel in the sleeve

I'm about a dollar, I'm impartial to the 95

On that same highway while I'm dipping through the chalky lines

It's mine