First Night
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Baby, it don't make you a ho if you fuck the first night
I remember servin' some money, she died the first time
I'll make it out, man, trust me, I'm close
You know I'm close, but
I keep on goin', trust me, yeah
Baby, it don't make you a ho if you fuck the first night
I remember servin' some money, she died the first time
No one took me, I put blood on my blade on my first glide
Overlooked me, till I made a twenty in my first line
Fourteen, started sellin' crack, that was my first crime
Ignore me, one minute I'm cool and then I'll burst mine
Told me that she wants to go to Marbs with her friends
No, I'm not controllin', just come with me, control the ends
Even though my tags at nine p.m., I got them callin' me at ten
She thinks I'm from London, baby, I'm from 8 or 10
Trap nigga, country boy, cocaine or I deploy
cnd if you're ready for the bando, then you'll get employed
Snowfall, I feel like Franklin with his bric-a-boy
Gold too, even though these pebbles leave their life destroyed
Baby, it don't make you a ho if you fuck the first night
I remember servin' some money, she died the first time
No one took me, I put blood on my blade on my first glide
Overlooked me, till I made a twenty in my first line
Fourteen, started sellin' crack, that was my first crime
Ignore me, one minute I'm cool and then I'll burst mine
It's been a minute, I don't know when to stop
Thousand times I made a bando pump, I hit the T with lumps
Thousand crimes I've done, the only thing I can do
Is talk to God, done with fuckin' hoes
Come, we hit the gym, then go for lunch
Serve up a thousand pebbles, me and Whiteway
Blended feed and ducks, just turned on my phone
Made a two, then checked up on my mum
Stepdad greet him like a man, car, treats me like his son
Convicted criminal, my music tells you where it all begun
Pockets filled with dirty notes, my brothers know I'm far from litch
I got cold water touchin' Yola from my fingertips
Turn a nino to a half a brick, the neighbours don't permit
They think it's lit, but this life is shit, my teenage years I skip
cll I see is needles
Zombies, but I treat them like they're people
Why they so deceitful?
God forgive me for this life I live, it's evil
Listen, lately I've been thinkin' bout my past life
Stabbings that I can't get rid of, sittin' in my archive
Twenty bad and half grenadie and I'm into gunfire
You can't tell me about this hard life
Fifteen, sellin' off a hard line
We live to die, this shit don't seem right
I talk to God so I can see light