Lyrics Intro - Slim

(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)