[Intro: Dave East & DJ Holiday] Karma 2 What's up my nigga Fab Oh DJ Holiday Real nigga music I got the grip in the trunk I fill up a tank (FACTS!), then I fill up a blunt
[Chorus: Dave East] As I get on the road, I fill up the tank (tank) Then I fill up a blunt (roll up) I got the grip in the trunk No, I'm not a trick but she get what she want (yeah) I keep her right in the cut, we be low in the back, put my niggas in front (we be low) She could do tricks with her tongue I used to switch up my bitch every month Yeah, she call me, I'm picking her up I've been in motion, I ain't hit in a month Probably could get any chick that I want If I'm in a rush, let me hit in the truck, yeah I used to get on the train and I used to get on the bus (get on the bus) I used to meet women that never would talk Now they just begging to fuck I'm levelling up Out of your brain, these niggas insane think they better than us Making sure I stay ahead of the rush Keep it pushing, I would never give up Levelling up Out of your brain, these niggas insane think they better than us Upper class shit, that never was us
[Verse 1: Dave East] A hundred bags, got ahead off of dust A hundred bags, got ahead off of kush She is school, got her head in the books NARCs raided but I never was shook Them indictments, got a federal look We hit the kitchen, like he better go cook Them niggas shook, they ain't never gon' look Been this man from a young nigga locin' Get around her, shit get wet like the ocean Been on my shit I got a bitch out in Cali and I got a chick in a six I got an F, so I can't go and visit and 90% of my homies is Crip I get up and go, I touched alot of this paper, I know how it feel to be broke Know how it feel to do time in the system, feel like you don't know which way you 'bout to go I got back to my glow, yeah I got back to my shine These diamonds attracting these dimes, I done relapsed 'bout 200 times Got caught with a pack, had to move out my mom's Freeky died, I thought I'm losing my mind Mugga died, I thought I'm losing my feelings I don't know nothing, I know how to grind I got a deal, trapping right out my building Hundreds they got me so open I hang out the window like Joker I had to get cool with the smokers (had too) I had to get cool with the fiends Make moves with the players, have talks with the coaches (talk) I had to make trips to the Tropics, wake up to the model just sipping Mimosas (models) I had to get back to the projects, the reason you gotta watch how you approach us
[Chorus: Dave East] As get on the road, I fill up the tank (tank) Then I fill up a blunt (fill it up) I got the grip in the trunk No, I'm not a trick but she get what she want (uhh) I keep her right in the cut, we be low in the back, put my niggas in front (we be low) She could do tricks with her tongue I used to switch up my bitch every month Yeah, she call me, I'm picking her up I've been in motion, I ain't hit in a month Probably could get any chick that I want If I'm in a rush, let me hit in the truck, yeah I used to get on the train and I used to get on the bus (get on the bus) I used to meet women that never would talk Now they just begging to fuck I'm levelling up Out of your brain, these niggas insane think they better than us Making sure I stay ahead of the rush I keep it pushing, I would never give up Levelling up Out of your lane, these niggas insane think they better than us Upper class shit, that never was us Throwing cash, bitch you never gon' fuck My cheddar is up
[Interlude: Fabolous & DJ Holiday] I mean what else we gon' do Holiday Season The best part about coming from the bottom Is there ain't no place you can go but up
[Verse 2: Fabolous] New levels bring new devils, never let it turn you devil Call them plays so the team win, Coach K to my Blue Devils They was transporters like Jason Statham Now they ball like Jayson Tatum, my Grant Hills' gettin' hand deals My J.J. Redick's got flooded Pateks Chasing millions in my Jason Williams My Jabari Parker is a 'Rari parker Late looks from my Kyries, my play book's like a diary You playa haters won't never see it You clout chasers won't ever be it Double-cross me, won't ever three it Decided I'ma just Heavy D it, and tell them niggas Got nothing but love for you, baby Got nothing but love Peep shit, take notes, fall back, move different Just me, my fam, my dog, Stew Griffin More growth, level ups, new look, tooth fixing Big smile, outchea, we here, you missing
[Interlude 2: Dave East] I'm levelling up These niggas insane think they better than us
[Chorus: Dave East] As get on the road, I fill up the tank (tank) Then I fill up a blunt (roll up) I got the grip in the trunk No, I'm not a trick but she get what she want (yeah) I keep her right in the cut, we be low in the back, put my niggas in front (we be low) She could do tricks with her tongue I used to switch up my bitch every month Yeah, she call me, I'm picking her up I've been in motion, I ain't hit in a month Probably could get any chick that I want If I'm in a rush, let me hit in the truck, yeah I used to get on the train and I used to get on the bus (get on the bus) I used to meet women that never would talk Now they just begging to fuck I'm levelling upTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
