[Verse 1]
Red dirt on my brand-new kicks
Gas station coffee, racing the ticks
Mama said, “Boy, you think too fast”
I said, “If you ain’t first, then you last”
Shotgun rider rolling that chew
Yelling out the window like “What it do?”
Dashboard cracked, but I mash that gas
If you ain’t first, then you last
[Chorus]
If you ain’t first, you’re last
Put your foot down, burn that past
Ain’t no brakes on this old four-lane
Ride that fire, feel that flame
If you ain’t first, you’re last
Turn that doubt into jet-pack gas
I don’t stall, I just blow right past
If you ain’t first, you’re last (hey!)
[Verse 2]
Sunday suit with a Friday soul
Gold belt buckle and a heart of coal
Preacher said, “Son, that pride won’t last”
I said, “Watch me turn pain into gas”
Funk in my walk, got a pop in my snap
Country on the tongue, little heat in my rap
They said “Pick one lane,” I just laughed
I’m in all of ’em, baby, doing laps
[Chorus]
If you ain’t first, you’re last
Put your foot down, burn that past
Ain’t no brakes on this old four-lane
Ride that fire, feel that flame
If you ain’t first, you’re last
Turn that doubt into jet-pack gas
I don’t stall, I just blow right past
If you ain’t first, you’re last (oh yeah)