- First Day Out (Remix) 歌詞 Tee Grizzley
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- Tee Grizzley
- These niggas prayed on my downfall (They did!)
These niggas prayed on my downfall
On all ten, bitch, I stood tall (True shit)
I pour the DUsse like Im John Wall
Counterclock the pyrex up in the kitchen
I need this shit cook crack
I made a milli from rappin and I aint look back
I brought that Dawn in my hood, they was like, 'Whats that?'
They tried to tell me I lost, nigga, I shook that (shook)
Bein broke did somethin to my soul (soul)
Had a nigga 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, aint 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 bitches, they intercept us (hey)
Im from Philly, nigga, but that money long as Broad Street
Four deep, I got floor seats watchin Bron ball (Bron ball)
Beef with corny niggas, corn beef, we dont mind yall (mind yall)
If its really beef, I will find yall (find yall)
If that nigga hate, fuck 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 fuck if that pussy dont smell (for real)
I bought that bitch a new purse at Chanel (for real)
I told her hold down this Glock, if its real
Cuz Im on probation, I cant go to jail, no
They still prayin for my downfall (Free Meek)
I feel em prayin on my downfall
From the yard to the streets, Ima stand tall
I won 50 on the Eagles, split it with my dogs
Tell her get the 1s, no money guns, I need this shit thrown right
Private jet when its urgent, gotta get flown right
Brandon Graham from Detroit, nigga, thats home right
Expensive designers cant fit big niggas so my clothes tight
Pershing to Cody, now its New York to Cali
Rosecrans to Hollis Deli, Free G-Weeder, thats my family
I went platinum, I get paid to be on camera
Im the only nigga from my generation with a mansion (Free Meek Mill)
Other niggas from my generation dead or in the pen
Still pray for them niggas cause some of em my mans
Niggas shot my little brother, I jumped in that van
Now them same niggas wont breathe again, speak again
I fuck with LeBron but the money tall as Shaq, bitch
Longest Mac bitch, catch this Mac clip
Spend a night with me these bitches gotta get they tracks fixed
I don't know how long I'ma last in this rap shit
So that deal money gotta invest it in this bag, bitch
Ayy, I wear that glizzy like its fashion
A bitch know not to treat me like Im average
Don't take this bag if its too much for you to manage
Only joke around the circle, don't let niggas see you laughin
Ayy, who you lil' niggas talkin to?
If you aint my mans and we argue, Im offin you
If you hit my trenches with that chain, its comin off of you
I might buy your bitch a pair of Yeezys, they comfortable
Turned my niggas into bosses, that's what bosses do
Why you niggas askin for my number? I don't fuck with you
Got a nigga from Chicago, he got money too
But that boyll still eat your chain like a Lunchable
Rollie on my wrist and it's fully sprayed
Got these niggas pocket watchin, they like what he paid
Bitch bad like Beyonce, sippin lemonade
With the D'usse they cant do me cause a nigga made
I know they praying on my downfall (they did)
These niggas prayed on my downfall (they did)
They still praying on your downfall (for real)
I pour a deuce up like Im John Wall (for real)
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