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Tee Grizzley - First Day Out Remix ft. Meek Mill (Official Audio)
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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Tee Grizzley
Tee Grizzley
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Martin McCurtis
Martin McCurtis
Songwriter
Terry Sanchez Wallace
Terry Sanchez Wallace
Songwriter

Lyrics

[Verse 1]
These **** prayed on my downfall
These **** prayed on my downfall
On all ten, bitch, I stood tall
[Verse 2]
I pour the D'Use like I'm John Wall
Counter clock the pyrex up in the kitchen
I need this shit, cook crack
I made a milli from rapping and I ain't look back
[Verse 3]
I bought that dawn in my hood, they was like, what's that?
They tried to tell me I lost, ****, I shook that
Being broke did something to my soul
Had a **** locked down, 23 in the hole
[Verse 4]
Touch down, came home, pouring Ace up with Hov
I done bagged a pop star, put a Wraith on the road
Thank God, ain't it a blessing?
We made it out from State Road from all that stressin'
[Verse 5]
After them chi-chis writing them letters
Collect call on them bitches, they intercept us
I'm from Philly, ****, but that money long as Broad Street
[Verse 6]
Four deep, I got floor seats watching 'Bron ball
Beef with corny ****, corn beef, we don't mind, y'all
If it's really beef I will find y'all
If that **** hate, fuck his main and his side broad
[Verse 7]
Yes, I bought stress with that work through that mail
We gon' kill you if you nervous, if you nervous you might tell
One thousand three grams, a birdie on the scale
She got good head like that ho went to Yale
[Verse 8]
I only fuck if that pussy don't smell
I bought that bitch a new purse at Chanel
I told her hold down this glock if it's real
'Cause I'm on probation, I can't go to jail, no
[Verse 9]
They still praying on my downfall
I feel 'em praying on my downfall
From the yard to the streets I'ma stand tall
I won fifty on the Eagles, split it with my dogs
[Verse 10]
Tell her get the ones, no money guns
I need this shit thrown right
Private jet when it's urgent, gotta get flown right
Brandon Graham from Detroit, ****, that's home right
Expensive designers can't fit big **** so my clothes tight
[Verse 11]
Persian 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 **** from my generation with a mansion
[Verse 12]
Other **** from my generation dead or in the pen
Still pray for them **** 'cause some of 'em my mans
**** shot my little brother, I jumped in that van
Now the same **** won't breathe again, speak again
[Verse 13]
I fuck with LeBron but the money tall as Shaq, bitch
Longest Mac, bitch, catch this Mac clip
After a night with me these bitches gotta get they tracks fixed
I don't know how long I'ma last in this rap shit
[Verse 14]
So that deal money gotta invest it in that bank, bitch
Aye, I wear that Glizzy like it's fashion
A bitch know not to treat me like I'm average
Don't take this bag if it's too much for you to manage
[Verse 15]
Only joke around the circle, don't let **** see you laughin'
Aye, who you lil' **** talking to?
If you ain't my mans an we argue I'm over you
If you hit my trenches with that chain it's coming off of you
I might buy your bitch a pair of Yeezy's, they comfortable
[Verse 16]
Turned my **** into bosses, that's what bosses do
Why you **** asking for my number? I don't fuck with you
Got a **** from Chicago, he got money too
But that boy'll still eat your chain like a Lunchable
[Verse 17]
Rollie on my wrist and it's fully sprayed
Got these **** pocket watching they like what he pay?
Bitch bad like Beyoncé, sipping lemonade
With the D'use they can't do me 'cause a **** made
[Verse 18]
I know they praying on my downfall (They did)
These **** 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)
Written by: Tee Grizzley, Terry Wallace

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