Did It First - JohnnieB

Lyrics

JohnnieB on the beat. Yeah. Before you judged it, before you copied it, before you twisted it… I did it first. Verse 1 Didn’t you know I already met every enemy? Half of them lived in my own damn memory. Before you tried turning my name into weaponry, I was already in the mirror questioning my legacy. You think you exposed me? Bitch, I read that page, I walked through that room before you found that stage. Every flaw you throw got a date and age, I already wrote it down before it turned to rage. I hated myself first, then I learned what it meant, I doubted myself first, then I paid that rent. I judged myself first, then I built my defense, Now your little shots bounce off common sense. You can’t steal my lane if I paved it in pain, Can’t copy my storm if you can’t carry rain. Can’t wear my scars like a cheap-ass chain, Then act like you built what I made from shame. I’m not Little Johnnie screaming, “copy me,” I’m JohnnieB saying, “I became all three.” Big John with the grace, Little Johnnie with teeth, And me in the middle where the truth gets deep. You echo my style, but you missed the source, You copied the smoke, not the fire’s force. You took the line, but you lost the course, Now the whole damn theft sounds weak and forced. Every move you make just proves what I knew, They don’t want the work, they just want the view. They don’t want the wound, they just want the truth, But I bled through the bars before they bled through you. Hook So here we go again, I did it first, yeah, I doubted myself, then I flipped that curse, yeah. I hated myself, then I found my worth, yeah. I broke myself down, then I built my verse, yeah. I did it first, bitch, I did it first, Turned my own damn worst into fuel that works. You can throw what you want, but it don’t hurt, ’Cause before you ever said it, I did it first. Verse 2 So steal my shit or don’t, that’s still your choice, But you can’t recreate the crack in my voice. You can take my words, but you can’t take the noise, Of a man who made a brand from a broken boy. You can flex off scraps like you found some gold, But you don’t know the weight that those scraps hold. You don’t know the nights that made my soul cold, You just want the shine without the road. Looks like they forgot who wrote the inner fight, Who split dark and light, who held both tight. Who put Rap Devil in the left, Rap God in the right, Then stood as Rap Jesus in the middle of the mic. I made my doubt talk before you made a comment, Made my pain walk before you made a promise. Made my flaws work till they turned into profit, Now you’re late to a topic I already polished. I loved myself first after I hated the view, I forgave myself first when the guilt came through. I fought myself first when the rage felt true, Then I made all three sides walk into the booth. That’s why your imitation won’t hit the same, You only copy sound, not the reason it came. You can borrow the spark, but not the flame, You can say my words, but you can’t be my name. So acknowledge the source before you run with the style, Before you dress like the wound but can’t walk one mile. Before you act like the king with a borrowed crown smile, Remember I was building this shit the whole damn while. Hook So here we go again, I did it first, yeah, I doubted myself, then I flipped that curse, yeah. I hated myself, then I found my worth, yeah. I broke myself down, then I built my verse, yeah. I did it first, bitch, I did it first, Turned my own damn worst into fuel that works. You can throw what you want, but it don’t hurt, ’Cause before you ever said it, I did it first. Verse 3 I played myself first before they played with me, I blamed myself first before they blamed JohnnieB. I saved myself first when nobody came to see, That the whole damn war was happening underneath. I copied myself first just to study my pattern, Then changed the whole script when the old one shattered. I dissed myself first, so your diss don’t matter, I climbed through the smoke and came back badder. That’s JohnnieB, the source and the split, The one who can own every side of this shit. The one who can curse and still pray through it, The one who can fall and still rise from it. So keep your little version, keep your fake-ass claim, Keep pretending you invented my pain. I already walked through the fire and rain, Then signed every scar with my own damn name. Did it first ain’t bragging, it’s proof of survival, I was my own judge, my own damn rival. My own enemy, my own revival, My own black flame with a holy Bible. So when you come for me, come original at least, ’Cause I already buried every old-ass piece. I already made war, I already made peace, I already made JohnnieB out of the beast. Hook So here we go again, I did it first, yeah, I doubted myself, then I flipped that curse, yeah. I hated myself, then I found my worth, yeah. I broke myself down, then I built my verse, yeah. I did it first, bitch, I did it first, Turned my own damn worst into fu