Primo

[Verse 1: Arte]
Looking like my official first
And if I keep rapping' like this you'll call it a gifted curse
My mind is so far gone to not finish the verse
That feeling is the worst
Taking all the pain without a nurse
I'm weeping weeping for that red cross
But all I really need is a getaway with my own loft
Maybe a couple dimes
Hell nah bruh I'm fine
I'm appreciating what's mine
People like this don't come around too often
My whole tribe is awesome
I'm gon' ride til the coffin
Until I'm pushing up daisies
You know I'm thanking God just take a look how he made me
But if I gotta tell the truth, rap made me do it
Rap made me dream big and made me pursue it
Rap made me set alarms while y'all niggas snoozin'
I'm calling U-Haul for assistance cause I'm steady movin'

[Small skit: Arte]
Im-ima just let the...Ima just let this joint ride
Like, I don't know the beat cold anyway
Ima just...hop straight into the hook

[Hook: Arte]
It's not a single
A different kind of jingle
I'm A1 like bingo
Cause you know that it's the primo
Learn the lingo
You wanna count the c-notes
But under one condition gotta vibe with the primo
Come and vibe with the primo [x3]
I know you wanna count the c-notes

[Speech: Ray Lewis]

So you know that it's the primo (yeah) [x2]
RTR, TSO, 201915 soon we gon' blow yeah
Word
A wo-wo-word (yeah)