Hook:
Hate is all around me, start to fight off all these demons
Never been a killer, but no need to give me reason
Taking all the steps, we start to treat it like a staircase
Money on the counter, start to make you feel like first place
X2
Verse 1:
Hate is all around me, start to fight off all these demons
Never been a killer, but no need to give me reason
Working every night and no, they wouldn’t understand it
Fuck a nine to five, I’m never taking what they handing
Money is your motivator, mine is something greater
Put a bullet to my head, it couldn’t penetrate the layers
I got nothing left to lose, I’m wide awake when you hit snooze
You couldn’t understand it better ‘less you’re walking in these shoes
Pre-Chorus:
Prayers are with us or against us
Thought we were defenseless
The D is on our back
So who the fuck can go against us
I never thought I’d do it
But just look at what we’re doing
Man, the city on the come up
When we come up from the ruins
Still the;
Verse 2:
Taking all the steps, we start to treat it like a staircase
Money on the counter, start to make you feel like first place
Focused on the vision, open eyes or fail the mission
Wishing everyone who doubted me to come back for revision
Distance, run it like a marathon, we step it up and stepping on
The shoes of competition, never listen to the voice of pawns
A bullet in your skull, I take a shot and risk it all
I’m callin’ everyone involved, to strap it up or get dissolved
Pre-Chorus:
Prayers are with us or against us
Thought we were defenseless
The D is on our back
So who the fuck can go against us
I never thought I’d do it
But just look at what we’re doing
Man, the city on the come up
When we come up from the ruins
Still the;
Verse 3:
We never had a lot to gain
But the money and the power will make a change
Make a name, everyday I wake up and I take the pain
Believe me, cause I ain’t the same
Break ties, never felt a thing
Tell lies and I’ll say the same
Treat me with same respect, I’ll break my neck
To prove that brudduh, I’ll split the check. One catch
Don’t come to me with some bullshit
I rode that wave, no ocean
You sold your soul, you hopeless
I’ll make my name with dope shit
We start to feel like first place
You see me win that’s worst case
Only time will care
Run it like a marathon, bullet in the air
FIRST PLACE was written by Peter James.
FIRST PLACE was produced by Mr. Kooman.
Peter James released FIRST PLACE on Fri Jun 08 2018.