First Quarter 2.0

First quarter, 2.0

2026 shit, a lot's going on

It's that brick shit, bitch shit

It's that sick shit

I'm still by my scales hitting sales in the vicinity

Trapping ain't dead, my boy, look at what it did for me (just look)

Hit shoots then hit the booth, it's just simplicity

In the six with them phones ripping

Nothing 'round here gimmicky (fuck that)

Nowadays, I'm looking peace and tranquility (come on)

Girl on my phone wanna ask me my ethnicity

It don't even matter, you're still fucking, I'm a rapper

Half Jamaican, half trapper

More tapped in with the latter (I'm still)

The go-to when they're talking 'bout this trap rap (come on)

And how we come up on them blocks, I still get flashbacks (trust)

Now my neighbours, they been looking at me

Funny, but I live here (the fuck?)

If I don't rap, who really is there? (The fuck?)

If I don't rap, who else is gonna motivate these streets? (Who else?)

I don't play games, if I do, I'ma play for keeps (it's all scary)

A thousand eight, but it used to be an eight for each (it did)

Now my chain cost two Mercedes AMGs (yo)

I hit numbers niggas hope for, this ain't make-believe (come on, man)

Hit them gyal you do the most for

This ain't make-believe (come on, man)

I done my ten thousand hours in this (I did)

I need my flowers for this (I do)

You in O and only stayed a week (fuck off)

You ever seen ten birds? I don't think so (no)

You ever had one-fifty all in pink notes? (No)

You ever made six figures off a ringtone? (I have)

If not, nigga, use me as your inspo (ha)

The money turn girls bad, this been showing again

Top me in the whip, she ain't been this low in a Benz

Could've been the chain, might be the wrist or it depends (both)

Either way, she's taking a risk, we're going again

I don't take advice from no one living in a bubble (respectfully)

When you were my age, you weren't on fuck all (nah)

Ask them to show their accolades, they're looking puzzled (huh)

This Louis damn near got different squares in this duffle (come on)

I get pissed off when they start doing comparisons (what?)

Stop this shit, you know these man ain't really like Wiz (fuck)

You know these man ain't really done the things that I did (fuck)

You know the Bridgies quarter milli retype shit (yeah)

Fifty racks won't scratch the surface in the slightest (no)

I touched a half pack, turn it gold

I got the Midas (a lot's going on)

I never got bail, they said I was a flight risk (fuck)

It kinda makes sense, I'm fly and I fly bricks

I post a dump on my lnstagram, I'm Ricky down (yeah)

It's 2026, they started wearing Rickys now

In 2025, they made their first fifty thou'

And all these new money niggas, niggas new money

You wouldn't act like that if you knew money (ha)

Nah, these niggas, they don't know money (no)

Fuck a new money, nigga, I'm talking old money (I played)

Why they flash their little racks tryna show money?

(The fuck out of here, man)