Tee Grizzley - First Day Out lyrics

Helluva made this beat, baby

These niggas prayed on my downfall
(They what?)
These niggas prayed on my downfall
On all ten, bitch, I stood tall
Show these disloyal niggas how to ball

Go get a thermometer for the pot
I need this shit cooked right
Let's keep that water 400 degrees Fahrenheit
You ever been inside a federal court room?
Nigga you ever went to trial
And fought for your life?
Bein' broke did somethin' to my spirit
Asked niggas to plug me
They act like they couldn't hear me
Look at me now, drivin' German engineering
You don't want your baby mama fucked
Keep the ho from near me
Kilroy, 'member when I used to use your L's
To hit the road
Hit the O and make them big boy sales?
Mu, 'member when you had
Them green things mailed? With vacuum seals
Tryin' not to have them green things smelled?
Feds was on me
What you know about related through money?
I don't know nothin'
I just used to see 'em walk to the Coney
I fuck with bitches
My body count go from Pershing to Cody
Any further questions
You can take that up with the lawyer
My nigga Fenkell, J Money, Brightmo Lo
Project Joe
Will tell you every day before school
I sold a half bow how you think I won best
Dressed with no support?
And had them paid lawyers comin'
In and out of court
Ayy, Dwan, though, ayy, Theo
Ain't it a blessing? We made it out Kentucky
After all that happened?
After the pre-trials, after the status
After them impact statements
After the castle

Ayy, JR, nigga, ain't it a blessing?
We made it out of Lansing
After all that happened?
(We did that bitch, nigga)
After Michigan State, after Hubbard
When our mans told on us
Them bands they took from us joy road bitch
But the money long as six mile
Brick mile, knock your bitch down
Pick her up, knock her back down
Pull her tracks out
Yes I slap girl, yes I slap dog
Yes I slap loud
Yes I'll slap a pussy nigga if he act out
Yes I caught cases on the
Road with them killers
Bro, kill me if I snitch
'cause if you snitch I'm gon' kill ya
Spent a lot of time on
That yard with them gorillas stood tall
Did I let niggas ho me? Quit bein' silly
I know for a fact your bitch
Pussy get wet for a nigga
'Cause I do it better
Plus I'm doin' better than niggas
I'm at home when I'm down
There in Lexington nigga 'Bout the king
They gon' drop you and who next to you nigga
Unc said Lil T, "Get ahead of them niggas!"
When you take off
Don't look back and try to rescue them niggas
You killed his mans? Then make sure you
Get the rest of them niggas
Don't let them get the best of you
Just get the revenue nigga
So let me know what you can handle, okay
Come grab it here go some extras
So if I'm busy you can manage
Fiends had me Blade dancin'
Eating sixty dollar salads
Get it there and back
Tell the feds I need a challenge
My first offer was 30 years, not a day lower
I told them crackers holler at
Me when they sober on parole, I'm a felon
You think I ain't got that blower?
Yeah you right
Bro take his head off his fuckin' shoulders
(Boom-Boom-Boom) you hear me? Hit the Rollie
Store with the Rollie on
What was our getaway car? A Jag Portfolio
You hear me? Ayy
I heard I had some sneak dissers
Whoever feelin' hot
That AR got a heat sensor
Cuz said don't entertain them hungry niggas
I wish I would pay attention
To these homeless niggas
Don't call my phone
I don't want to do no song with niggas
And tell yo bitch to tighten
Up before I bone her, nigga
I don't know you niggas
Fuck wrong with niggas?
Through these white buffs I can
See the ho in niggas free my nigga Parico
That boy be hoein' niggas
Shoot the smile off your face
I don't joke with niggas
Boy, I can't trust you with that strap
If you ain't got no bodies
Boy, I can't take you on no
Lick if you ain't robbed nobody
You ain't no shooter
You can't do that shit without no molly
I came home and had the
Hoes wetter than Kalahari
Thirty months ago niggas ain't think
That I was comin' home
Shout out to them niggas' freaks
That I been cummin' on
Get 'em to the crib, bust 'em down
Now bitch run along
This SK'll get to shakin'
Like there's somethin' wrong
Thirty bands two times
Watch this money clone
The feds say my name hot
Like when the oven on
Bitch, I came home to my lil' brother gone
Niggas say they lookin' for me
Pull up in the Skuddy zone
Who said I'm a snitch? You just
Heard a lie from him
Better check the black and white
That paperwork will vouch for him
Zero toleration for that nigga
Take his life from him
He don't want that pistol play?
Okay I'll Tyson him
I ain't hear from bitches when
I had them blues on
So soon as I'm done fuckin'
Put your shoes on
I'm on parole in two states
I can't move wrong
The feds tryin' to build a case
I can't move wrong
I went to trial back to back, bitch, I'm 2-0
The state of Kentucky banned me
From every jewelry store
Say I can't even be in
Public with my hoodie on
Michigan State don't want him here
They don't know what he on

I know they prayed on my downfall
I know they prayed on my downfall
On all ten, bitch, I stood tall
Show these disloyal niggas how to ball