Stormzy – First Things First Lyrics

First Things First

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"First Things First." - Stormzy

Friday, 23 October 2026, 12:34 am

Album: Gang Signs & Prayer

Track No: 01

Like, alright, first things first, I've been puttin' in the work
I'm a rebel with a cause (With a cause)
Had problems with the fam, I had problems with the gang
But I put that shit on pause (That shit on pause)
I been gone for a while, but I saw you **** smile
When I cancelled all my tours (Little pussies)
Someone tell 'em that I'm back, I don't ever ever slack
Grab my gun and go to war (Boy)
I got brothers up in jail, going mad up in their cells
When you hear me, bang your doors (Bang your doors)
**** moving chatty, someone tell 'em that I'm scatty
Bro, I'll pull up uninsured like (Skrr)
Running through my strip, rappers jumping on my dick
Just to build up a rapport (It's embarrassing)
I can tell them man are bitter, but they're beggin' it on Twitter
Man, I swear I'm so appalled (So appalled)
Before he takes a shot, I'll shoot him first (Shoot him first)
And poor mum, we was going through her purse (Through her purse)
We were doing road and doing church
Looked the Devil in his face like "Motherfucker, do your worst"
Still here tryna find another blessin'
I'm over-loyal, man, I'll ride for what I'm reppin'
Dark times, **** dying in recession
You was fighting with your girl when I was fighting my depression, wait
Okay
Alright, first things first, coulda put you in a hearse
Man, I gave you boys a lifeline (Lifeline)
I was scrolling through my tweets, had Adele up on repeat
And saw a madness on my timeline (On my timeline)
LBC's tryna black-ball me
And tryna blame your boy for knife crime (Like what?)
I don't use a shank, I got money in the bank
Man, I'd rather do a drive-by (Dickheads)
Mad, mad demons in my thoughts
Young Stormz wasn't ready for the limelight (Wasn't ready)
Took a little break from the game, started prayin'
Man, I had to get my mind right (Started prayin')
All black clothes till I shine bright
Full beams fucking up my eyesight
They hate me on the sly, but I bet you if I died
You would see 'em at my nine-night (Fake youts)
They're asking if I'm real, I'm real enough ('Nough)
Still got a couple killers in the cut (Cut)
If he's coming nice, I big him up
Drugs kill but my **** make a killing off a drug (Ay)
Rapping like I'm Jigga, but I'm Puff (Puff)
West End wanna show a **** love (Love)
But if it weren't me, you would never let my **** in the club
Fuck DSTRKT and fuck all these nightclubs
And fuck giving money to people that don't like us
There's riots in the city, just tell me where I sign up
The rave goes silly every time I pick the mic up, whoa
I got smoke, you can hold a bit
A coloured brother with a bone to pick
But I still get to gunning, don't be running when I bang mine
Before we said our prayers there were gang signs (Gang signs)

Writer(s): Michael Ebenezer Kwadjo Omari Owuo Jr. & Mura Masa.

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