First Day Out (Remix) lyrics

[Intro: Tee Grizzley & Meek Mill]
These n*ggas prayed on my downfall (They did!)
These n*ggas prayed on my downfall
On all ten, b*tch, I stood tall (True sh*t)

[Verse 1: Meek Mill]
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 rappin' 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, n*gga, I shook that (shook)
Bein' broke did somethin' to my soul (soul)
Had a n*gga locked down, 23 in the hole (hole)
Touch down, came home, pourin' Ace up with Hov' (Hov')
I done bagged a popstar, put a Wraith on the road
Thank God, ain't it a blessin'? (What?)
We made it out from State Road, from all that stressin'
After them chi-chis, writin' them letters (what else? What else?)
Collect call on them b*tches, they intercept us (hey)
I'm from Philly, n*gga, but that money long as Broad Street
Four deep, I got floor seats watchin' 'Bron ball ('Bron ball)
Beef with corny n*ggas, corn beef, we don't mind y'all (mind y'all)
If it's really beef, I will find y'all (find y'all)
If that n*gga hate, f*ck his main and his side broad (and his side broad)
Yes, I bought stress with that work through that mail
We gon' kill you if you nervous, if you nervous, you might tell (if you nervous, you might tell)
One-thousand three grams, a birdie on the scale (scale)
She got the head like that ho went to Yale (Yale)
I only f*ck if that pus*y don't smell (for real)
I bought that b*tch a new purse at Chanel (for real)
I told her hold down this Glock, if it's real
Cuz I'm on probation, I can't go to jail, no
[Verse 2: Tee Grizzley & Meek Mill]
They still prayin' for my downfall (Free Meek)
I feel 'em prayin' on my downfall
From the yard to the streets, I'ma 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, n*gga, that's home right
Expensive designers can't fit big n*ggas 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 n*gga from my generation with a mansion (Free Meek Mill)
Other n*ggas from my generation dead or in the pen
Still pray for them n*ggas 'cause some of 'em my mans
n*ggas shot my little brother, I jumped in that van
Now them same n*ggas won't breathe again, speak again
I f*ck with LeBron but the money tall as Shaq, b*tch
Longest Mac b*tch, catch this Mac clip
Spend a night with me these b*tches gotta get they tracks fixed
I don’t know how long I’ma last in this rap sh*t
So that deal money gotta invest it in this bag, b*tch
Ayy, I wear that glizzy like it's fashion
A b*tch 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 n*ggas see you laughin'
Ayy, who you lil’ n*ggas talkin' to?
If you ain't my mans and we argue, I'm offin' you
If you hit my trenches with that chain, it's comin' off of you
I might buy your b*tch a pair of Yeezy's, they comfortable
Turned my n*ggas into bosses, that’s what bosses do
Why you n*ggas askin' for my number? I don’t f*ck with you
Got a n*gga 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 n*ggas pocket watchin', they like what he paid
b*tch bad like Beyonce, sippin' lemonade
With the D’usse they can't do me 'cause a n*gga made
[Outro: Meek Mill & Tee Grizzley]
I know they praying on my downfall (they did)
These n*ggas prayed on my downfall (they did)
They still praying on your downfall (for real)
I pour a deuce up like I'm John Wall (for real)