Listen to First Day Out (feat. Meek Mill) [Remix] song with lyrics from Tee Grizzley

First Day Out (feat. Meek Mill) [Remix]

Tee Grizzley, Meek Mill23 Feb 2018

First Day Out (feat. Meek Mill) [Remix] Lyrics

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

 

***Lyrics are from third-parties***

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