R - First Things First Lyrics

If it ain't about the money I don't want it on my table
Don't even bother callin me if we ain't talkin pay roll
I hit her once now my name is tatted on her navel
Don't come around here trippin
The result could be fatal
Play the game like I got a cheat sheet
Bi sex twins that's a repeat
Paranoid weed up in the green sweet
NBA ballin you ain't made it out the D league
We be rollin blunts and packin bongs and holdin funds attackin songs
I know that imma blow just hope for doe I won't be waiting long
Gotta make it
If they don't wanna give it gotta take it
I don't wanna be the one stuck in the back taking action and tired of being patient
I'm livin my life, I'm earning my stripes, if I see my co defendants that's word on sight
We can throw hands all day all night, in the middle of the street bare knuckle fist fight
True indeed
I'm doin me
As you can see
I'm thru wit these
Stupid foolish losers that shoot at me wit they scrutiny
Soon to be, the champion undisputedly
First things first I'm on my grind
Family weed n money only thing that's on my mind
Say you looking for me mayne but I ain't hard to find
Profit over everything that's all the time
First things first I'm on my grind
Family weed n money only thing that's on my mind
Say you looking for me mayne but I ain't hard to find
Profit over everything that's all the time
What probation?
Just rolled a blunt I'm facin
Waiting for the train to take to San Bernardino Station
Paper chasin, every single second, time I don't be wastin
Gotta get it any means Travis you know what I'm sayin
(YEAH!)
Where we going?
(Back to the streets)
I'm passing the leaf and mashin the beats
So fast it'll be disaster to beef, I blast for the cash bitch back on ya leash
Stop barking when you know you ain't biting just making noise
Talking bout you takin the payments straight to the bank when you ain't employed
Shout out to my homie Ghost he held me down in prison
Shout out to the family that I've made along my mission
Shout out Thomas Matthews, you and Kyle Caples snitchin
You tried to skip town but guess who know where you livin
I'm just kiddin no really but maybe not
I'm crazy hot and the game be locked in my pocket
Got it in a safety drop
Ayo its AR in the building and you knew what it is
Hip hop isn't dead it was doing a bid, I'm back!
First things first I'm on my grind
Family weed n money only thing that's on my mind
Say you looking for me mayne but I ain't hard to find
Profit over everything that's all the time
First things first I'm on my grind
Family weed n money only thing that's on my mind
Say you looking for me mayne but I ain't hard to find
Profit over everything that's all the time
I got chemicals eating at my brain like a cannibal
Stuck behind them fences had me feelin like an animal
The rest of y'all are so generic that you sound mechanical
Parents think I'm poison, preachers thinking I'm satanical
But I just like to get high and I just like to spit flows
I catch a buzz to get by but that's just how the shit goes
Sometimes I get paranoid so wifey pack a pistol
Don't you try test me or mine, it won't be beneficial
I smoke my greenery, sit back and get in my zone
Vibe to the beat, write a track and enjoy being alone
Had some friends when I went to prison they true colors shone
Used to have a hunnit so called homies all but one is gone
Shout out to my old team, hoping y'all are livin well
Six years still ain't make me sorry that I didnt tell
Now I'm treating everything like heaven cuz I been in hell
No matter where I'm at beats sittin in that prison cell
Now all I got is hip hop, my word and my family
And with this pen and this pad I'm finding my sanity
I'm steady beefin wit life, it's always messin wit me
But luckily for myself I get the message quickly
Yeah I might make a mistake but I'm a fast learner
Now I'm approaching the game intending mass murder
You wonder why you ain't made it but never ask further
Anything that ain't about the profit get the back burner
(It's AR)