[Intro: DJ Holiday and Dave East] Let me fix my motherfucking crown, nigga Knock a little dust off this bitch DJ Holiday Dave East King of Harlem For all you niggas that hated This yo' karma, nigga Uh Started with nothing, now I'm up in Neiman's with 20 bands I did the [?] and we dried the coke with the ceiling fan I got the drop on my target, my niggas was marching on Million Man I'm up in Harlem with all of my diamonds...
[Verse: Dave East] Uh Started with nothing, now I'm up in Neiman's with 20 bands I did the [?] and we dried the coke with the ceiling fan I got the drop on my target, my niggas was marching on Million Man I'm up in Harlem with all of my diamonds on feeling like Killa Cam Tell every nigga hating on me they could suck a dick They know I could fuck they bitch I probably hit me a hundred licks We was really in that Crown Vic All I need me is a down bitch To take the product out of town quick Can't be nervous, you around this Louis got me wearing brown kicks Looking like I stepped in dog shit Bringing all my niggas on the road with me, I ain't chilling 'til we all rich Nowadays, ain't gotta call chicks Porsche drop with the fog tints Jumping out of it like a frog do, kiss the plug wife when I walked in I ain't got time for the talking Killed them early, that's abortion Everyday a nigga fresh, looking like I stepped right up by the coffin Told my driver back the Porsche in You want a feature, can't afford it I bet I fuck her 'til the morning This foreign like 100 horses GG5 in the Backwood, got the car smelling like horse shit All of my bitches is gorgeous VVS is sitting flawless I popped two percs and I'm nauseous I got your bitch sitting court side Fifty thousand to my lawyers the reason I'm sitting in court high Karma What goes around comes around, I hope you got some armor Got yo' bitch in Banihana, she tryna change me like Obama Eyes on the Fendi monster, staring at you niggas staring at me LV Supreme the bomb Hot temper need the ganja Most of my denim is Fear of God Only thing I ever fear was God It was so hard to go get it, y'all If they had that powder, we get it hard I ain't got beef with no rap nigga Say my name we gon' go get him robbed Diamonds cold like when the heater off You got some money, nigga, we can talk I don't even take a weekend off Everyday feel like a holiday I'm only fucking with the legendary niggas, so I had to get with Holiday I get the drop from a block away You was that nigga, but not today I'm in for the change, you here for the fame, if you in the game, learn how to play All gas we don't touch breaks I wore Gucci for two months straight 12 pounds in a Mustang Your hands never touched weight Your hands never touched guap Downtown on a dust block Hear this blowin' if this truck stop Two words, nigga, "fuck cops" Catch you lackin' by the bus stop Awaiting on your train, homie Blue and whites askin' 'bout me in the streets, but they ain't got a thing on me Just trappin' like they ain't on us Not a day I step out and they ain't on me This nut in my pocket enormous State to state with the Glock while I'm touring
[Outro: DJ Holiday] This that Karma shit All you lil niggas move over, let the big dogs eat It's the big dog table You don't belong here Dave East Shit Holiday East side of HarlemTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
