เนื้อเพลง First Day Out (feat. Meek Mill) [Remix] (Hip Hop)
First Day Out (外出第一天) (Remix) - Tee Grizzley/Meek Mill
These ni**as prayed on my downfall
These ni**as prayed on my downfall
On all ten b**ch I stood tall
I pour the D'Usse like I'm John Wall
Counterclock the pyrex up in the kitchen
I need this sh*t cook crack
I made a milli from rapping and I ain't look back
I brought that Dawn in my hood they was like
What's that
They tried to tell me I lost ni**a I shook that
Being broke did something to my soul
Had a ni**a locked down 23 in the hole
Touch down came home pouring Ace up with Hov'
I done bagged a popstar put a Wraith on the road
Thank God ain't it a blessing
We made it out from State Road from all that stressing
After them chi chis writing them letters
Collect call on them b**ches they intercept us
I'm from Philly ni**a but that money long as Broad Street
Four deep I got floor seats watching Bron ball
Beef with corny ni**as corn beef we don't mind y'all
If it's really beef I will find y'all
If that ni**a hate f**k his main and his side broad
Yes I bought stress with that work through that mail
We go kill you if you nervous if you nervous you might tell
One thousand three grams a birdie on the scale
She got the head like that ho went to Yale
I only f**k if that p**sy don't smell
I bought that b**ch a new purse at Chanel
I told her hold down this Glock if it's real
Cuz I'm on probation I can't go to jail no
They still praying for my downfall
I feel em praying on my downfall
From the yard to the streets I'm a stand tall
I won 50 on the Eagles split it with my dogs
Tell her get the 1s no money guns
I need this sh*t thrown right
Private jet when its urgent gotta get flown right
Brandon Graham from Detroit ni**a that's home right
Expensive designers can't fit big ni**as so my clothes tight
Pershing to Cody now it's New York to Cali
Rosecrans to Hollis Deli Free G Weeder that's my family
I went platinum I get paid to be on camera
I'm the only ni**a from my generation with a mansion
Other ni**as from my generation dead or in the pen
Still pray for them ni**as cause some of em my mans
Ni**as shot my little brother I jumped in that van
Now them same ni**as won't breathe again speak again
I f**k with LeBron but the money tall as Shaq b**ch
Longest Mac b**ch catch this Mac clip
Spend a night with me these b**ches gotta get they tracks fixed
I don't know how long I'm a last in this rap sh*t
So that deal money gotta invest it in this bag b**ch
Ayy I wear that glizzy like it's fashion
A b**ch know not to treat me like I'm average
Don't take this bag if it's too much for you to manage
Only joke around the circle don't let ni**as see you laughing
Ayy who you lil ni**as talking to
If you ain't my mans and we argue I'm offing you
If you hit my trenches with that chain it's coming off of you
I might buy your b**ch a pair of Yeezy's they comfortable
Turned my ni**as into bosses that's what bosses do
Why you ni**as asking for my number
I don't f**k with you
Got a ni**a from Chicago he got money too
But that boy'll still eat your chain like a Lunchable
Rollie on my wrist and it's fully sprayed
Got these ni**as pocket watching they like what he paid
B**ch bad like Beyonce sipping lemonade
With the D'usse they can't do me cause a ni**a made
I know they praying on my downfall
These ni**as prayed on my downfall
They still praying on your downfall
I pour a deuce up like I'm John Wall
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