First Day Out lyrics Ismail Abdul-Aziz / Martin McCurtis / Terry Wallace

These niggas prayed on my downfall
These niggas prayed on my downfall
On all ten bitch I stood tall
Show these disloyal niggas how to ball
Go get the thermometer for the pot, I need this shit cooked right
Lets keep this water four hundred degrees Fahrenheit
You ever been inside a federal court room?
Nigga you ever went to trial and fought for yo life?
Being broke did something to my spirit
I asked niggas to plug me that acted like they couldn’t hear me
Look at me now driving German engineering
You don’t want yo baby mama fucked, keep the hoe from near me
Kilroy remember I used to use yo L’s
To hit the road and hit the O and make them big boy sales?
Moo remember when you had them green things mailed, with vacuum seals
Trying not to have them green things smelled
Feds was on me, what you know about related through money
I don’t know nothing, 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
A tell you everyday before school I sold a half bow
How you think I won best dressed with no support?
And had them paid lawyers coming in and out of court
Aye Won though, aye Theo ain’t it a blessing
We made it out Kentucky, after all that happen
After the pre-trials, after the status
After them impact statements, after the castle
Aye JR nigga ain’t it a blessing
We made it out of Lansing after all that happen
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 yo 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 that road with them killers
Bro kill me if I snitch ’cause, if you snitch I’m gone kill you
Spent a lot of time on that yard with them gorillas
Stood tall, did I let niggas hoe me, quit being silly
I know for a fact yo bitch pussy get wet for a nigga
‘Cause I do it better, plus I’m doing better than niggas
I’m at home when I’m down there in Lexington nigga
Bout the king they gone 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 go get the revenue nigga
So let me know what you can handle
Ok come grab it. Here go some extras, so if I’m busy you can manage
Fiends happy, bling dancing, eating $60 salad
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 holla 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 fucking shoulders (boom, boom, boom)
You hear me? Hit the Rollie store with the Rollie on
What was our get away car a Jag Portfolio (You hear me)
Aye I heard I had some sneakdissers
Whoever feeling 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 hoe in niggas
Free my nigga Perico that boy be hoeing niggas
Shoot the smile off yo face I don’t joke with niggas
Boy I can’t trust you with that strap if you don’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 I was coming home
Shout out to them niggas freaks that I been cumming on
Get em to the crib, bust ’em down now bitch run along
This SK a get to shaking like its something wrong
30 bands 2 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 looking 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? Ok I’ll Tyson him
I ain’t hear from bitches when I had them blues on
So soon as I’m done fucking put yo shoes on
I’m on parole in two states, I can’t move wrong
The Feds trying to build a case, I can’t move wrong
I went to trial back to back, bitch I’m 2 and 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
(All ten toes nigga)
Show these disloyal niggas how to ball
Songwriters: Ismail Abdul-Aziz / Martin McCurtis / Terry Wallace


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