Listen to First Things First by Stormzy

First Things First

Stormzy

Hip-Hop/Rap

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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Stormzy
Stormzy
Vocals
Fraser T. Smith
Fraser T. Smith
Programming
Mura Masa
Mura Masa
Programming
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Mura Masa
Mura Masa
Songwriter
Stormzy
Stormzy
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Fraser T. Smith
Fraser T. Smith
Producer
Manon Grandjean
Manon Grandjean
Mixing Engineer
Tom Coyne
Tom Coyne
Mastering Engineer
Randy Merrill
Randy Merrill
Assistant Mastering Engineer
Mura Masa
Mura Masa
Producer

Lyrics

Like Alright, first things first, I've been putting in the work I'm a rebel with a cause (With a cause) Had problems with the fam, I had problems with the gang But I put that shit on pause (Put that shit on pause) I've been gone for a while but I saw you niggas smile When I cancelled all my tours (Little pussies) Someone tell 'em that I'm back I don't never ever slack, grab my gun and go to war (Boy) I got brothers up in jail, going mad up in their cells When you hear me, bang the doors (Bang the doors) Niggas moving chatty, someone tell 'em that I'm scatty Bro, I'll pull up uninsured like (Skrr!) Running through my strip, rappers jumping on my dick Just to build up a rapport (That's embarrassing) I can tell them man are bitter But they're begging it on Twitter, man, I swear I'm so appalled Before he takes a shot, I'll shoot him first (Him first) And poor mum, we was going through her purse (Through her purse) We were doing road and doing church Looked the devil in his face like, "Motherfucker, do your worst" Still here tryna find another blessing I'm over-loyal, man, I'll ride for what I'm repping Dark times, niggas dying in recession You was fighting with your girl when I was fighting my depression Wait Okay Alright, first things first, could of put you in a hearse Man, I gave you boys a lifeline (Lifeline) I was scrolling through my tweets, had Adele up on repeat And saw a madness on my timeline (My timeline) LBC's tryna black ball me And tryna blame your boy for knife crime (Like, what?) I don't use a shank, I got money in the bank Man, I'd rather do a drive-by (Dickheads) Mad, mad demons in my thoughts Young Stormz wasn't ready for the limelight (Wasn't ready) Took a little break from the game, started praying Man, I had to get my mind right (Started praying) All black clothes 'til I shine bright Full beams fucking up my eyesight They hate me on the sly, but I bet you if I died You would see 'em at my nine-night (Fake youts) They're asking if I'm real, I'm real enough ('Nough) Still got a couple killers in the cut (Cut) If he's coming nice, I big him up Drugs kill, but my niggas make a killing off a drug (Ay) Rapping like I'm Jigga but I'm Puff (Puff) West End wanna show a nigga love (Love) But if it weren't me you would never let my niggas in the club Fuck DSTRKT and fuck all these nightclubs And fuck giving money to people that don't like us There's riots in the city, just tell me where I sign up The rave goes silly every time I pick the mic up (Whoa) I got smoke, you can hold a bit A coloured brother with a bone to pick But I still get to gunning, don't be running when I bang mine Before we said our prayers, there was gang signs (Gang signs)
Writer(s): Alexander Crossan, Michael Owuo Junior Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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