1st Quarter Lyrics by Denzel Curry (feat. REASON)
Livin’ like a heathen, smokin’ on Garden of Eden
The question I’m always thinkin’ is “What a nigga believe in?”
The only thing I know is that I’m twenty-five breathin’
Fuck a twenty-five to life, deep in my heart, my people need me
It’s not for social medias, I guess my son the TV
No Jimmy Kimmel or Fallon, I fucked up, bust bucks, Tim Allen
I’m givin’ flows out to Gallen and leavin’ you for a thought
Niggas turnin’ down property for a chain that they bought, bitch
Invest in guns when police pull us over
Never stay sick when the climate get grosser
Keep your friends close and your enemies closer
Government keepin’ tabs, put your life in a folder
Many snakes in the grass so beware of the cobra
Your only option go to college or be a soldier
Can’t even stand your ground when you outside of Florida
Twenty-five years, I’ma call it first quarter
Twenty-five years, I’ma call it first quarter
Twenty-five years, I’ma call it first quarter
(Twenty-five years, I’ma call it first quarter)
Twenty-five to life, deep in my heart my people need me
It’s government keepin’ tabs, put your life in a folder
Twenty-five to life, deep in my heart my people need me
It’s government keepin’ tabs, put your life in a folder
Twenty-five to life, deep in my heart my people need me
Twenty-five years, I’ma call it first—
Twenty-five years, I’ma call it first quarter
Twenty-five to life, deep in my heart my people need me
Twenty-five to life, deep in my heart my people need me
Twenty-five to life, deep in my heart my people need me
Twenty-five years, I’ma call it first—
Twenty-five years, I’ma call it first quarter (Yay, so)
Okay, the glive from the bottom created out of them toxins
It’s ironic niggas changed when we made it about them pockets
Had a couple homies small, celebrated ’em in the projects
Feel like we ain’t do ’em justice, ’cause they still ain’t never left
Least we could’ve did was fly they body to the steps
Of a pyramid in Egypt, lay they royalty to rest
Least I could’ve did was keep on printin’ for the West
They stories never forgotten long as REAS’ still breathin’
Ain’t shit changed, nigga, REAS’ is still REASON
Cash took a bullet but that nigga still breathin’
Changed my whole perspective, now my time comin’ quicker
Than eatin’ some raw pussy, you think I ain’t worried, push me
I might black on a nigga, tell NASA I is comin’
Niggas get Designer and thinkin’ they did something
Fyre Festival how you niggas is fly or nothing
What your legacy worth when you dead in the dirt?
Look what your legacy worth when you only got a quarter to spend
Hustle on blocks you got a quarter to give
Penny for your thoughts, my nigga Pac should’ve quartered his
And he ain’t even get a quarter to live
I’m sad for my niggas, make it past twenty-five
I’m glad for my niggas, that’s a miracle where we from
My nigga Dale got hit in his lungs
Be callin’ for God, askin’ for help but that nigga ain’t never come so
Twenty-five to life, deep in my heart my people need me
Twenty-five to life, deep in my heart my people need me
Twenty-five to life, deep in my heart my people need me
Twenty-five years, I’ma call it first—
Twenty-five years, I’ma call it first quarter
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