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 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 somethin' to my soul Had a nigga locked down, 23 in the hole Touch down, came home, pourin' 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 watchin' '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 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 offin' 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 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!)