First Day Out (Remix)

[Tee Grizzley (Meek Mill):]
These niggas prayed on my downfall (They did!)
(These niggas prayed on my downfall)
On all ten, bitch I stood tall (True shit)

[Meek Mill:]
I pour the D'Usse like I'm John Wall
Counter-clock the pots up in the kitchen, I need this shit 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, nigga, I shook that
Being broke did something to my soul
Had a nigga 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, went from all that stressing
After them chi-chis, writing them letters
Collect call on them bitches, they intercept us
I'm from Philly, nigga, but that money long as Broad sSreet
Four deep, I got floor seats watching 'Bron ball
Beef with corny niggas corn beef, we don't mind y'all
If it's really beef, I will find y'all
If that nigga hate, fuck his main 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
One-thousand three grams, a birdie on the scale
She got the head like that hoe went to Yale
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
I'm on probation, I can't go to jail, no

[Tee Grizzley (Meek Mill):]
They still praying for my downfall (Free Meek!)
I feel 'em praying 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 shit thrown right
Private jet when its urgent, gotta get flown right
Brandon Graham from Detroit, nigga, that's home right
Expensive designers can't fit big niggas so my clothes type
[?] now it's New York to Cali
Rosecrans to [?] Free G-Weeder, that's my family
I went platinum, I get paid to be on camera
I'm the 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 them my mans
Niggas shot my little brother, I jumped in that van
Now them same niggas won't 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
I wear that glizzy like it's fashion
A bitch not 'bout to treat my like I'm 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 laughing
Aye, who you lil' niggas 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 bitch a pair of Yeezy's, they comfortable
Turned my niggas into bosses, that's what bosses do
Why you niggas asking for my number? I don't fuck with you
Got a nigga 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
[Meek Mill:]
Got these niggas pocket watching, they like what he paid
Bitch bad like Beyonce, sipping lemonade
With the D'usse they can't do me 'cause a nigga made

[Tee Grizzley:] I know they praying on my downfall (They did!)
[Meek Mill:] These niggas prayed on my downfall (They did!)
[Tee Grizzley:] They still praying on your downfall (For real)
[Meek Mill:] I pour a deuce up like I'm John Wall (For real!)