Correction Lyrics First Things First . by TyFontaine

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Uh, first things first, I gotta roll up
They said it couldn't be done, f**k what they told us
They ain't giving, so I'm taking what they owed us
Skully pulled down in the black truck like POTUS
Live it up in steak and fettucine dinner
Givenchy horns on me, look like a sinner
Do it sound expensive? Do it sound rich?
Yeah, I think it's crazy, I made it off ad-libs

I done crossed the devil, he done told me I'm not average
I don't gotta test you in my city, I got savages
Highly favored walking, they could tell that I'm a man of it
If you cannot feel my words, then you not understanding it
I done crossed the devil, he done told me I'm not average
I don't gotta touch you in my city, I got savages
Highly favored walking, they could tell that I'm a man of it
If you cannot feel my words, then you not understanding

Oh, yeah-yeah, yeah-yeah
Oh, yeah-yeah, yeah-yeah

Free YSL, free them guys out the cell, uh
I feel like a villain when I ball, you catch these elbows
I feel like a villain, hate the ones that she won't let it go
When I'm off this Percocet, it don't want me to let her go
Huh, if I need it, I probably won't let you know
Get it on my own, f**k it, I made my own antidote
My new b*t*h possessive, so I cut off my Atlanta ho (Ch'yeah)
I get so obsessive, this for real, so I let her know

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