(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 **** 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

**** 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)