Letra de ' My Priorities (feat. Prodigy) ' de The Alchemist

Yeah yeah, we here
That's right, man, my niggas
Light that shit up, light your shit up, oh, yeah
Tap your bottles, crack that
Spill a lot for the homies that's RIP, you feel me
We gon' run it down the line like this

Before I get the watch, I get the big Glock
Before I step foot in the V, I get the stash box
No matter the occasion, I'm bringin' my heat
Take my kids to Sesame place, I'm bringin' my heat
For sure, you never know, it might pop off
Better safe than sorry, niggas could never rob me
Or reach their hand towards me in any type fashion
Fuck what you heard or think, my shit blastin'
We hittin' the club, I get my contraband in
You fuckin' with us, you rather suck mad dick
Before I squeeze, I aim for ya hat than
Without hesitation, turn your shit backwards
Soon as I purchase my kicks, I put the gemstars in
So if they lock me up, my razor make mad hits
Before I die, the world gon' hear me
And make me rich, my kids will be filthy
Priorities, nigga

A: Put my gun on, I'm ready for the day
Two: Try and hit you before you hit me
C: He a good nigga, don't cross P
Four: Balance my hatred and love more
E: Try to stay alive, I only live once
Six: Never let fear control me, dunn
G: Make the money, money never made me
Eight: Live by four and shit'll be straight

Nigga, I don't shoot cars up, or shoot doors up
That shit I did when I was sixteen, word up
That's child's play, now I got a taste for blood
I gotta see some meat hangin' 'fore the job's well done
I need to see a nigga drop before I make my gun stop
And before I start shootin', I make sure it's you, hops
Niggas wind me up and wind me up
Till I pop up on your scene like Jack-in-a-box
With the two choppers cuttin' at you like butter
VA style, nigga, your meat get smothered
Mobb style, nigga, me and my blood brothers kill
Pretty boy rappers if they song speak of us
Oh, you shot niggas before? That's cool with me
'Cause you gonna need experience toolin' with P
Before I came to QB, I was already thug
Before all this rap shit, I was already bug
Priorities, huh

A: Put my gun on, I'm ready for the day
Two: Try and hit you before you hit me
C: He a good nigga, don't cross P
Four: Balance my hatred and love more
E: Try to stay alive, I only live once
Six: Never let fear control me, dunn
G: Make the money, money never made me
Eight: Live by four and shit'll be straight

You know, where your head at, son?
Get your shit together, man; get your shit in order, boy, ya heard?
Fuckin' with me, fuckin' with us, better get your shit straight, nigga
Straight up