First Step Lyrics
| Song | First Step |
| Artist | Diamond District |
| Album | March on Washington |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| [Verse 1: Uptown XO] | |
| The Holy Tri, who else could do it? You know it’s only them! | |
| Back like the rapture, still doing it for the capital | |
| Worldwide now, we like Earth, Wind & Fire | |
| Suburb fly sound, but now bout to take the high of | |
| DC Voltron, Mozart, Beethoven, Bach | |
| Quotables in the Washington Post, y’all | |
| Do it for the cap like we over budget | |
| And overdo it, cause we do it like nobody does it | |
| A young’n, which y’all like the best-o | |
| Five mic the Metro, a hand sight, freedom for the ghetto | |
| We claiming the torch, claiming they wrong | |
| We came in the door, dropping along till the gimmicks put a stop in the pause | |
| Let’s say hello to the ending! | |
| What started you all but your intentions? | |
| The rhythm was the root of it all | |
| See you later, it’s never goodbye | |
| When a spurr comes back in the music, now you know why | |
| March! | |
| [Scratched Hook] | |
| [Verse 2: yU] | |
| Wale? This is the ship that took the scale | |
| When you ride up on the empty, almost gotta lift the tail | |
| A young’n hunger like you’re missing meals, different feels | |
| Spinnin’ wheels, you tryna live your dream till it kills | |
| Romans get stolen like the feet that still in fail | |
| No zooming on any human more than you do yourself | |
| You get the L?! Just know, by the end of the day the true did it well | |
| If not than keep rocking, locking your talking and bang! | |
| Aim high, cause otherwise you’ll see I love life, bitch | |
| I push forward, ??? don’t nobody owe Mike shit | |
| I do what make more sense and roll with great folks | |
| That ain’t no glitch, we make pesos and stay focused | |
| Upon the greater that lay-off for later, that may never come | |
| Now also get the choke that’s be taken for anyone | |
| Twart not the rhyme, never stop, knowing them cops won’t come | |
| But still be March on Washington | |
| Come on! | |
| [Scratched Hook] | |
| [Verse 3: Oddisee] | |
| This is what I give ‘em, wisdom over rhythm | |
| From the District to the prison with ??? stars as the emblem | |
| We all get what I came from, they doing now what I been, than | |
| They doing ???, from extra I make an income | |
| I’m a beast from the East, the product of hard streets | |
| Hard to eat – smaller the beast, margin larger the teeth | |
| Man, it’s just the way it go, if I wanna say it so | |
| Say it knowing ye ain’t posting too high to be layin’ low | |
| Different day, same shit, same script, different play | |
| This is the way of the world and I’m just tryna fit in place | |
| And tryna play the part of a mockery to my art | |
| So anything I do is a part of me from the start | |
| I’m getting better sleep while these niggas lying awake | |
| Keep it moving with the troop while niggas lying in place | |
| Only fill deals on the counter, ain’t for the fakes! | |
| DMV, we’ll be known as the greatest! | |
| Keep up with the pace! | |
| [Scratched Hook] |
| Verse 1: Uptown XO | |
| The Holy Tri, who else could do it? You know it' s only them! | |
| Back like the rapture, still doing it for the capital | |
| Worldwide now, we like Earth, Wind Fire | |
| Suburb fly sound, but now bout to take the high of | |
| DC Voltron, Mozart, Beethoven, Bach | |
| Quotables in the Washington Post, y' all | |
| Do it for the cap like we over budget | |
| And overdo it, cause we do it like nobody does it | |
| A young' n, which y' all like the besto | |
| Five mic the Metro, a hand sight, freedom for the ghetto | |
| We claiming the torch, claiming they wrong | |
| We came in the door, dropping along till the gimmicks put a stop in the pause | |
| Let' s say hello to the ending! | |
| What started you all but your intentions? | |
| The rhythm was the root of it all | |
| See you later, it' s never goodbye | |
| When a spurr comes back in the music, now you know why | |
| March! | |
| Scratched Hook | |
| Verse 2: yU | |
| Wale? This is the ship that took the scale | |
| When you ride up on the empty, almost gotta lift the tail | |
| A young' n hunger like you' re missing meals, different feels | |
| Spinnin' wheels, you tryna live your dream till it kills | |
| Romans get stolen like the feet that still in fail | |
| No zooming on any human more than you do yourself | |
| You get the L?! Just know, by the end of the day the true did it well | |
| If not than keep rocking, locking your talking and bang! | |
| Aim high, cause otherwise you' ll see I love life, bitch | |
| I push forward, ??? don' t nobody owe Mike shit | |
| I do what make more sense and roll with great folks | |
| That ain' t no glitch, we make pesos and stay focused | |
| Upon the greater that layoff for later, that may never come | |
| Now also get the choke that' s be taken for anyone | |
| Twart not the rhyme, never stop, knowing them cops won' t come | |
| But still be March on Washington | |
| Come on! | |
| Scratched Hook | |
| Verse 3: Oddisee | |
| This is what I give ' em, wisdom over rhythm | |
| From the District to the prison with ??? stars as the emblem | |
| We all get what I came from, they doing now what I been, than | |
| They doing ???, from extra I make an income | |
| I' m a beast from the East, the product of hard streets | |
| Hard to eat smaller the beast, margin larger the teeth | |
| Man, it' s just the way it go, if I wanna say it so | |
| Say it knowing ye ain' t posting too high to be layin' low | |
| Different day, same shit, same script, different play | |
| This is the way of the world and I' m just tryna fit in place | |
| And tryna play the part of a mockery to my art | |
| So anything I do is a part of me from the start | |
| I' m getting better sleep while these niggas lying awake | |
| Keep it moving with the troop while niggas lying in place | |
| Only fill deals on the counter, ain' t for the fakes! | |
| DMV, we' ll be known as the greatest! | |
| Keep up with the pace! | |
| Scratched Hook |
| Verse 1: Uptown XO | |
| The Holy Tri, who else could do it? You know it' s only them! | |
| Back like the rapture, still doing it for the capital | |
| Worldwide now, we like Earth, Wind Fire | |
| Suburb fly sound, but now bout to take the high of | |
| DC Voltron, Mozart, Beethoven, Bach | |
| Quotables in the Washington Post, y' all | |
| Do it for the cap like we over budget | |
| And overdo it, cause we do it like nobody does it | |
| A young' n, which y' all like the besto | |
| Five mic the Metro, a hand sight, freedom for the ghetto | |
| We claiming the torch, claiming they wrong | |
| We came in the door, dropping along till the gimmicks put a stop in the pause | |
| Let' s say hello to the ending! | |
| What started you all but your intentions? | |
| The rhythm was the root of it all | |
| See you later, it' s never goodbye | |
| When a spurr comes back in the music, now you know why | |
| March! | |
| Scratched Hook | |
| Verse 2: yU | |
| Wale? This is the ship that took the scale | |
| When you ride up on the empty, almost gotta lift the tail | |
| A young' n hunger like you' re missing meals, different feels | |
| Spinnin' wheels, you tryna live your dream till it kills | |
| Romans get stolen like the feet that still in fail | |
| No zooming on any human more than you do yourself | |
| You get the L?! Just know, by the end of the day the true did it well | |
| If not than keep rocking, locking your talking and bang! | |
| Aim high, cause otherwise you' ll see I love life, bitch | |
| I push forward, ??? don' t nobody owe Mike shit | |
| I do what make more sense and roll with great folks | |
| That ain' t no glitch, we make pesos and stay focused | |
| Upon the greater that layoff for later, that may never come | |
| Now also get the choke that' s be taken for anyone | |
| Twart not the rhyme, never stop, knowing them cops won' t come | |
| But still be March on Washington | |
| Come on! | |
| Scratched Hook | |
| Verse 3: Oddisee | |
| This is what I give ' em, wisdom over rhythm | |
| From the District to the prison with ??? stars as the emblem | |
| We all get what I came from, they doing now what I been, than | |
| They doing ???, from extra I make an income | |
| I' m a beast from the East, the product of hard streets | |
| Hard to eat smaller the beast, margin larger the teeth | |
| Man, it' s just the way it go, if I wanna say it so | |
| Say it knowing ye ain' t posting too high to be layin' low | |
| Different day, same shit, same script, different play | |
| This is the way of the world and I' m just tryna fit in place | |
| And tryna play the part of a mockery to my art | |
| So anything I do is a part of me from the start | |
| I' m getting better sleep while these niggas lying awake | |
| Keep it moving with the troop while niggas lying in place | |
| Only fill deals on the counter, ain' t for the fakes! | |
| DMV, we' ll be known as the greatest! | |
| Keep up with the pace! | |
| Scratched Hook |
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