[Intro] Fuck you looking at, nigga? I'm still tryna find out, nigga Hold on, hold on, hold on, wait Oh we got a problem here? We got a problem here? Holiday season
[Verse 1: Dave East] I got the drop uptown, they said they robbing niggas (uptown) You want your block, you can't hustle until you find them niggas (find them niggas) Ignorant adolescence lackin' a father figure Life been kind of rough, couldn't find him smiling in all his pictures (at all) I can teach you how to drive, sit and park it with ya (c'mere) We fought before we was hitting, shit, really off the liquor (bah, bah) Let me tell you about my man, he made his maths double (double) Like Biggie song, they shot his daughter in the calf muscle A hundred percent, wasn't the type to half-hustle Might die for free, it's guaranteed if a bag touch you (bag) He was connected in Milwaukee, came back to Harlem Five fifty, the same colour, his coffin (brown) Packages was duct-taped, the whip had new car scent (new) Paranoid he circled the block before he parked it (paranoid) He usually would stop at the bodega 'fore he talked shit A fiend peeped us early and told us, she saw a brick (word?) Comfortable, we slid through in a grey Lacoste fit Glock .40 on him, he been hearing niggas talk shit Funny stares and whispers like every time he walk in It's hard to see if sharks in the water, don't see no shark fin Niggas sit crowded at the lobby, he played the park bench Seen a nigga ratted, 10 years ago, they ain't talk since (not a word) Homie tried to speak and he ignored him They really don't be beefing, niggas be dying over boredom He recognised another kid that usually shop on Fordham (BX) Somethin' with this son, if he was dolo, he'd have called him Shawty really come from nothing, survival's exhausting Two options, go to court or get low in a coffin (get low) Body language different, he feeling like niggas talking Keep praying to Jesus, he feeling like niggas crossed him Hard to find his homies, he feeling like niggas lost him Connect said he would front him a brick, but it would cost him His connections from the mid-west just had him flossing (shine) Flexed on the plug, said he'd had enough, he could toss town Spanish nigga with him helped understand when they talking Connect kept telling jokes, he said he was Kevin Hart's friend Homie ain't come here for no comedy show Catch a homie, get low, not even you mommy could now No business, this shit was personal He in the trap with a brick, thinking 'bout if he spit, what would he get for a verse or two He done watched some close friends ride by in a hearse or two His life a movie, death just fucked it up like commercials do He told his stupid nigga, I could work with you To kill a nigga that you got love for, that shit hurt to do (it hurt) Fuck the emotions, we got work to move Still got his gun and his mask, he in a certain mood When he was starving, you get murked for food Niggas caught him picking up his daughter, putting work at school They was aiming at his head and hit her in the leg Wasn't no money, it was just over some shit he said (watch your mouth) The last time we spoke he said he'd try and get some bread I got off of tour, came home, found out my nigga dead
[Outro] The shit we go through, you know Can't make this shit up Put the gun away, nigga Can we have one night with no fighting and nobody get shot? Shut up bitchTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
