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(It's First Born, baby) Life's never picture perfect (no) If you want shit, you gotta go and earn it 16 I burst Christine It's like the other day, I was still serving Can't tell me about the level up That trap phone, it does petty stuff And half of them niggas tryna flex with us And half of these women want sex and stuff I'm feeling myself (I'm feeling myself) Yo, I used to go so hard, I was killing myself (killing myself) And when shit don't work, don't never look health Feels good to say I did it myself (I did it myself) I could sit and cry about sad times Or 'bout how my dad died, but I'm feeling blessed This pack needs a press, and my bitch gotta be a ten Niggas used to be on (on), but I know that they lost it (lost it) I'm fed up with gossip, don't listen to rumors Bros talking units, big wap fill up of wotsits Like how many times did my Roley tick? (Never) Yeah, and now I made a flip, I know about trips I can tell who's really on, and who's really telling a fib I wake up, I might do a bit of chest when I step in the gym But I ain't taking no cheque, bro still working wrist when he presses his ting And it ain't nothing but love when I step in my hood, I'm good My shoe costs me a stack, don't step on my boogs (no) And if I ain't trippling up don't step on the buj Shit used to be wrong, then I made it right If you come, I'll take me a flight Don't take life personal (no) If it's money in sight, I'm putting that first of all We used to be good But then, them man fell off I still cut through Deptford for Jellof and have problems putting bands in my denim But it's minor I heard someone talking about Lyca, them man's fire See shits change, when it rained, I was grindin' Now labels are talking about deals I've done two for 80 on four wheels, and yesterday I ate four meals That's medium-well with pepper and stuff and the phoneline's pepper and grub But I won't change up, just look at the team, it's the same one You can do the math 'Cause back then, we were stupid brats, now feeling obsessed with Gucci swag I'm feeling his life, Pyrex fill it with ice, or I drip it I was sittin' in prison, I had no vision, now I see the prettiest women And I can talk about pain, but I'm over that shit And whip back over a brick, he's known as a snitch And they run with it, I might just run with a brick I ain't feeling the price, yo, we're all living in different times And they're on a different grind, I do not know I'm young, rich, and I'm lit (on God) (It's First Born, baby)