It's the First (feat. Cousin' Fik & Turf Talk) - E-40

Party goin up like a airplane ... Cause im wasted yee bitch (4)

Keeping the torch lit, rub two sticks One hundred (one hundred) Like an old school Nolan Ryan pitch Who want it? (who want it?) It ain't going take but a minute, a new York moment The Bay Area backwards streets is haunted It'll give you the creeps if ain't from it They'll draw down on the opponent kaboom kaboom In the night time or the morning, or the afternoon Hella busy if the governor called I push ignore Even though I got 3 jacks, like Pablo Sandoval You can call me your highness, your majesty Cause I get the highest, defy gravity Trying to throw a party in her mouth What you thought? (what you thought?) In the AM/PM bathroom Hope I don't get caught (don't get caught) With this broccoli I bought, from the broccoli man My partners in though front of my van It's a wrap like a pita they going take me to Rita If they catch me me and find the squeezer Up under this seat is a heater, a 10 millimeter Illegal search and seizure (bitch) Got the old school with the white top gold thangs sittin right on vogues (Right on vogues) Made 25 stacks last night hit the mall spend it all on clothes (All on clothes) Gettin rich only took hold up hell nah the popo don't know (They don't know) In this thang all night aight post it up blow em tree in the load, tree in the load (Tree in the load) Easy thousand dollars for the kit gang 24-5 for a brick man Us on the table that's fish skin Mercedes of the lot I'll fish tail My little homies crazy like Columbine Doing anything for them dolla signs Boy if you hating then you outta line I didn't wear my watch today you outta time Cuttin' posse in that old school vert No cash hear that old school skerrt I don't want you nookie I am not Fred Durst I'm all about my cheese ho I put bread first Chews up cheese I done mastered the scale Check my record possession for sale Assaloni court house I got a long paper trail When I'm starting these rentals no these niggas can't tell a young nigga It's burning up in this motherfucker Somebody cut the fan on Got the eagle in the air nigga I'm just looking for a spot for it to land on Sitting in the kitchen counting chickens for west coast tricking Bitches on a mission for the riches trapping off a cricket Probably wanna kick it but I'm tripping cause I'm trying get it Sipping till it's finished young menace give that ho the business Spit the flow fool on the pro tools flip an old school riding on feet call it no shoes I strolled through I over do she so loose like a??? goose She broke so it's no use I'm so cool I throw deuce I'm sick with it couldn't give a fuck about your crew I don't know you I've been down you so new I'm so stuck nigga no glue straight grapes You say I'm weak with a straight face I bounce But until then I'm trapping when you pull up to the house you see a nigga

All my little bad bitches in here If you came to get ratchet, say "yeah" Baby, touch your toes We can get freaky, have an episode Tell me is ya with that Episode, tell me is ya with that I don't like it, I love it, I wanna grip it and touch it I'm tryna hit it and fuck it, stab it and stick it and stuck it Get you to lick it and suck it and kiss it after I nutted We can be friends, ain't gotta be seen in the public I'm about that verb, that action, have that coochie having contractions When I be smashing and smacking and sapping, thrusting and thrashing Sit back and relax and have a glass of this bottle Earl Stevens selections: mango moscato Handbag by Selena, seem like I already knew ya Beautiful girl, you so bad, look like somebody done drew ya My eyes salute ya, you a sight for sore eyes, booty and thighs You and yo' girls should get with me and my guys Come and get a bar of this mackin', baby girl, get rid of that sap He ain't real, he a fraud, baby girl, that dude is a cat! When he first intervened, he bought you flowers, no doubt But once he got in good, he started doggin' you out Shawty in love with them gangstas, that's why she holla at me A country nigga be whipping at 50 thousand a ki' You just be giving her, getting her, I just fill her with D Even though she cute and petite, freaky, discreet She got SS on her booty, well, them tattoos on her cheek Make me wanna take her to a island, we could do it for weeks Girl, let me Birkin your bag, Jimmy Choo on your feet Let me get you out of the Jag and in that Bentley GT I'm on the west coast, droptop riding, fool With E-40 sitting with me, we riding, fool Hustle Gang bang green, we tried thems truths Somebody told you otherwise, they lied to you I bet it all, roll the dice, bet, bet Quarter mil' on me in the bag, check that Them suckas don't like it but they gon' respect that Spend the night, have a episode, you won't forget that, check that Girl, I came here with all my niggas and all this liquor Said she want a threesome, I'm gon' lick her From the bottom to the top, take it down I'mma roll the weed but she gon' break it down It's not my fault if that's yo' girl Cause she wanna leave with a real nigga Pussy on my balls, her panties in my car Before your nigga call, you know I gotta get it

Mack game, let me explain the fundamentals Charge a bitch like incidentals Put the peas up in the pot without the lentils When it come to getting paper, I'm low-key instrumental You bound to find me up in an Avis mini-van rental Player wanna lock this dog up in a kennel Hustle hard, never gentle My life is a movie, it's action-filled, it's suspenseful Play to win, never play to lose, I refuse Kids gotta eat, need some school shoes Can't spend my cop money, gotta cop Gotta pay my lawyer in case I get popped Stapler in my Under Armour boxer briefs We don't play for give, bitch, we play for keeps When it come to getting gouda, nigga, I'm a beast Bring it to your door like Uber Eats I know how the streets work Residue on my T-shirt Hatin' ass niggas be disgruntled I'm sitting up counting this paper, paper I'm getting carpal tunnel I know how the streets work Residue on my T-shirt Hatin' ass niggas be disgruntled I'm sitting up counting this paper, paper I'm getting carpal tunnel, carpal tunnel Took her to the strip club, dropped her off Gotta watch her, though, 'cause she sell soft Met her off Smirnoff, Red Bull Like it in her gut with her hair pulled B-la fuck around, like to smoke weed Bunch of purple shit and palm leaf 140 acres, all trees Carpal tunnel, nigga, when we off these I don't think they know, I'm the one to count Pitcher from the block tryna strike me out Pack turned down, called to psyche me out Trips out of town then they wipe me out Sick Wid it, my nigga, we follow no law G-string, little bling, nigga, no bra Counting hella dough, hella cole slaw She wake me in the morning, she be old flow I know how the streets work Residue on my T-shirt Hatin' ass niggas be disgruntled I'm sitting up counting this paper, paper I'm getting carpal tunnel I know how the streets work Residue on my T-shirt Hatin' ass niggas be disgruntled I'm sitting up counting this paper, paper I'm getting carpal tunnel, carpal tunnel Block jumpin' like a trampoline Nigga gotta move mean They smirkish and they lurkin' and they plot and scheme They strung out on that crystal and promethazine Be careful who talkin' 'round, watch your speech Put a contract on my head, it's gon' get breeched Reverse the bounty, turn the hit around I know all the ones on your soil that's really getting down Yeah, bet your money on a rollercoaster Nigga livin' good 'til the wanted poster Then it's retreat up out the streets Different city every week, all bunch of suites And beware of the paper trail Never use your debit, nigga, they could tell Have you shut down in a cell Hoping you'll snitch, won't even tell I know how the streets work Residue on my T-shirt Hatin' ass niggas be disgruntled I'm sitting up counting this paper, paper I'm getting carpal tunnel I know how the streets work Residue on my T-shirt Hatin' ass niggas be disgruntled I'm sitting up counting this paper, paper I'm getting carpal tunnel, carpal tunnel

I've seen a lot pain since I was a child so (Pray for me) I've done a few things that just ain't right so (Pray for me) What I've been through would make you cry so (Pray for me, pray for me) I'm trying to change my life so (Pray for me) Ain't no dope on the streets, mayne, I'm behind in my rent I ain't got nothing to show for all the fedi that I done spent I told my mom where the cash at, my live insurance policy is the money She been planning on using to bury me My ribs touching, my paper struggling, mayne All my life I been hustling, running in place But can't seem to finish the race See dudes get whopped in the face Get plucked like a bass, flew in the space for senselessness That's why I stayed prayed up and say my grace Even when I'm blended Never know when your life is suspended God can take his arms from around you and easily end it At any time, any place, any where I know my life has been spared on several occasions Suckas hating, I'm still here I can block for what's lost and never talk again to each other Why does it take a funeral to bring a family together? Bad weather always looks worse through a window Stressing and rubbing my temples I make it look easy but it's really not all that simple I've seen a lot pain since I was a child so (Pray for me) I've done a few things that just ain't right so (Pray for me) What I've been through would make you cry so (Pray for me) I'm trying to change my life so (Pray for me) Young dude full of soul food, mama cooking pork chops Uncle slapping dominos, sister playing hop scotch And this was before the block got hot and infected And everybody knew my grand daddy well respected, check it Time went on and the game began I was losing comrades either death or the penn I was losing comrades but I'm stacking them ends We ever go to 600, we losing our friends When grand mama passed that's when it all went bad Aunties don't talk, my cousins fighting is bad In the snow Thanksgiving is like the ones we had and it's sad So I express through a pen and a pad I'm on my third wind pimpin' and knowing Jesus is with me Ain't no weapon form against me, back in common defeating I've been posted in the cut when them angels come get me Until that day, homie, just pray for me I've seen a lot pain since I was a child so (Pray for me) I've done a few things that just ain't right so (Pray for me) What I've been through would make you cry so (Pray for me) I'm trying to change my life so (Pray for me) My kinfolk, baby, momma on welfare, they house is bigger than ours 'Cause they got section 8 vouchers, W.I.C. and benefit cards My home girl daughter diabetic, she like to eat a whole lot She only 9 and a half and taking insulin shots My dude got a heart condition, his ankle be swollen 'Cause he got high blood pressure and he refuse to quit smoking But I'm no better than y'all, I like to drink alcohol Break out the pen and start writing about the things that I saw Like kilo grams of that [Incomprehensible] Peruvian flake Wrapped in aluminum foil and duck tape Bust open and throwed in the pot, foamy and mush Melted and locked in a shape of a gigantic size white cookie Put on the towel to dry and broken down into zips Quarters and half of 16's and yola get flipped I maintain my faith in G O D 'cause it's just a test Repent, we confess, ask for gratefulness, yes, I'm blessed I've seen a lot pain since I was a child so (Pray for me) I've done a few things that just ain't right so (Pray for me) What I've been through would make you cry so (Pray for me, pray for me) I'm trying to change my life so (Pray for me) I'm here right now (Pray for me) I need y'all to take this, I need y'all to take this pain away (Pray for me) I'm trying, feels like I'm dying (Pray for me) I need y'all to pray for me, oh, Lord (Pray for me) Every time I look around (Pray for me) Somebody got something to say (Pray for me) I need y'all to pray for me (Pray for me) I'm trying to do the right thing (Pray for me) Pray for me