FIRST TO WIN

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