Bryson Tiller’s Solace & The Vices, dropping August 8, 2025, via Trapsoul/RCA Records, is a rap-heavy triumph, and “FIRST PLACE” is its crowning anthem. Part of the 12-track first half of the Solace & The Vices double album, this #2 track from the list unleashes Tiller’s Louisville swagger—think booming 808s and razor-sharp bars, echoing the relentless drive of “ON MY WAY” but with a bold, victorious edge. The song talks about the triumphant rise from humble beginnings to massive success, flexing wealth, confidence, and a relentless drive to stay ahead of the competition. It’s a high-octane victory lap where Tiller boasts about running up millions, leaving his opps in the dust, and living life on his own terms. Fans on X are buzzing about its bossed-up vibe, fueled by features like Rick Ross and T-Pain across the project. For me, it feels like crossing the finish line in a Louisville street race, top down, claiming the crown. Join us for FIRST PLACE lyrics by Bryson Tiller and find out why it’s set to be a fan favorite in Bryson’s trap era.
| Lead Vocals | Bryson Tiller |
| Songwriter | Bryson Tiller |
| Music Producer | [TBA] |
| Label | Dreamville & Interscope Records |
| Release Date | August 8, 2025 |
| Song Language | English |
| Copyright © | Dreamville & Interscope Records |
Lyrics of FIRST PLACE by Bryson Tiller
[Intro]
Nah, I’m Finna Go Bananas For Real
Three, Two
Yeah, Hey, Huh
We Goin’ Donkey Kong, Straight Ape Shit, Nigga (Huh-huh, Huh-huh)
[Chorus]
I Ran Up 25 Million, F**k
Then A Whole 25 Million Plus, Yeah
I’m Out Of My Feelings, Yeah, Huh
I’m Puttin’ My Ceilings Up, Damn, Huh
Gettin’ My Coin, Hittin’ That Box Like, Huh, Huh, Yeah
Gimme My Coin, Hittin’ That Box Like Wham, Bam, Bam
[Verse]
Yup, Run Up 25 Million, F**k
Spent It All On My Children, Yup, Yeah (What’s Up, What’s Up, What’s Up?)
She Starin’ At The Coupe, Tryna Peep What I’m Drivin’ In (Drivin’ In)
Culli’ With The Suicide Doors, I’m Feelin’ Alive (Alive)
Yeah, Peep My Drive, Put A Kite On My Ride, I’m Fly, Huh, Yeah
Out Of My Mind, First Place Winner, Ain’t Come In No Tie, Nigga, Huh
Look At My Opps, They Fallin’ Behind, Yeah, Yeah, Yeah, Huh
Waitin’ On A Nigga To Cross The Line, Yeah, Yeah, Yeah, Huh
Puttin’ Don Juli’ In The Cup, It’s Mine, Yeah, Yeah, Yeah
I Might Have To Serve ’em Up One More Time, Yeah, Yeah, Yeah
(Oh Shit, Baby, I’m Too Legit)
That’s Right, I’m Racin’ With No Assist For Real
New Mindset, New Whip, New Deals
I’ma Have To Swap These Out, New Wheels
I See You Got A Shell, Blue, Chill
Niggas Be Mad, They Too In They Feels
Lettin’ Them Bullets Loose, No Bill (Baow, Baow, Baow)
I Feel Like A Superstar, For Real
Every Day Choose My Car, For Real
Wowzers, Who Would’ve Thought This Here?
Bowser, Bruise You Dawg, For Real
Press L, Boost My Car, I’m Ill
I’m Finna Go Lunar, Dawg, For Real
Should’ve Been Sooner, Dawg, For Real
[Chorus]
Huh, Huh, I Ran Up 25 Million, F**k (And Then)
Then A Whole 25 Million Plus (Oh, Yeah)
If Anybody Deserve This Shit, It’s Us, Boy (Yeah, We Up Right Now)
I Ain’t Too Good, Come Sit With Us, Boy
I Show You How To Run Shit Up, Boy
F**k The 9-5S And Buses, Boy
[Bridge]
Ask Who Made Me, I Made Me (Self-made)
They Seen Me Fall, Now Watch Me Rise (Goin’ Up Right Now)
Don’t Try To Race Me To The Finish Line, Nah (Ready, Set, Go)
[Chorus]
I Ran Up 25 Million, F**k (And Then)
Then A Whole 25 Million Plus (Oh, Yeah)
If Anybody Deserve This Shit, It’s Us, Boy (Yeah, We Up Right Now)
I Ain’t Too Good, Come Sit With Us, Boy
I Show You How To Run Shit Up, Boy
F**k The 9-5S And Buses, Boy
[Outro]
Lappin’ These Boys, I’m On My Shit
Yeah, Got My Opps Goin’ Sick
God Tiller (Yeah)
I Can’t Stop Goin’ Sick
