La Primera Dama

[Chorus] La Primera Dama La Primera Dama [Verse 1] Fingers wrapped in bandages, triple G lacerations Built for mass evasion, narcotics and tax evasion Shorties out in Dallas hate us, married to them ballplayers Only hit the pack a couple times like Hall of Famers Never go to Flushing, home of all the 'damans Baby boy from Pakistan, whippin' up a traffic jam Cali cartel, it don't ever stop I learned how to multiply like in the third grade I learned how to drive a stick, I learned how to whip a Glock Started as a poppy farmer, now I own a block Homie gave me somethin' from Colombia that hit my lungs He told me not to hit it, I told him, "I ain't no punk" Brought it to the barrio, the rest is history Feds were still listenin', started singin' like a symphony Try to learn my recipe, my homies came and hit 'em with the Yeah, and that's when I realized [Pre-Chorus] A lot of my homies Are gonna have to leave the country They told me "I ain't scared of the police" But you gotta leave, baby Or you gonna be Mmm, uh Six feet, baby [Chorus] La Primera Dama La Primera Dama La Primera Dama La Primera Dama [Verse 2] Body full of tats, been gettin' tatted since the age of six Taught myself to shoot with both hands, I don't ever miss Showin' up to your hood, I'm the plug I got the MAC-11, the TEC-9, and the sub Started as a lookout, now I run the block Been around since the days of poppin' lock Newbie to the crew, I'm the FNG I see 'em plottin' on me If you ever think to double-cross the crew Gotta be the stupidest thing you could ever do Everything I say, I say it with my chest They tried to scare me with the violence, but I'm not impressed See,