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Nas, Dave East, Aloe Blacc & Lin-Manuel Miranda – Wrote My Way Out




[Hook: Aloe Blacc and Lin-Manuel Miranda]
I wrote my way out
When the world turned its back on me
I was up against the wall
I had no foundation
No friends and no family to catch my fall
Running on empty, with nothing left in me but doubt
I picked up a pen
And wrote my way out (I wrote my way out)

[Verse 1: Nas]
I picked up the pen like Hamilton
Street analyst, now I write words that try to channel ’em
No political power, just lyrical power
Sittin’ on a crate on a corner, sippin’ for hours
Schemin’ on a come up, from evening’to sun up
My man awaitin’ trial, misdemeanors we younger
Courtroom prejudice, insufficient evidence
Jailhouse lawyers, these images still relevant
Flickerin’ lights inside my project hall
Sickenin’, the mice crawl all night long
And ’87 Reaganism, many pages I’ve written on
Writin’ songs about rights and wrongs and bails bonds
Master bedroom, bigger than the crib that I was raised at
I’m the architect like I wrote the code to Waze app
I’m driven, black Elohim from the streets of Queens
The definition of what It Was Written means
Know what I mean?

[Hook: Aloe Blacc and Lin-Manuel Miranda]
I wrote my way out
When the world turned its back on me
I was up against the wall
I had no foundation
No friends and no family to catch my fall
Running on empty, there was nothing left in me but doubt
I picked up a pen
And I wrote my way out (I wrote my way out)

[Verse 2: Dave East]
I really wrote my way up out of 6E
Develop relationships with fiends, I know they miss me
Before the metrocards, it was tokens, I did the ten speed
Never had wrote a rhyme in my life, what was a sixteen?
At sixteen, arrested in housin’, trips to the mountains
Came right back, trappin’ off couches, watchin’ for mouses
Only tools we was posed with, had a spot, smoke lit
The hate is just confusion, pay attention how them jokes switch
Diadora was my favorite, the Mark Buchanans
Mama couldn’t afford them, I learned everythin’ on the border
That’s a big 8, Clicquot parties with private dancers with no mixtape
Bumble Bee Tuna, now we could get steak
I persevered, composition, I kept it close
Competition near, I’m a Spartan without the spear
Three hundred rhymes, it was written before I wrote it
Opportunity knockin’, might miss it, that window closin’
This poetry in motion, I’m a poet

[Hook: Aloe Blacc and Lin-Manuel Miranda]
I wrote my way out
When the world turned its back on me
I was up against the wall
I had no foundation
No friends and no family to catch my fall
Running on empty, there was nothing left in me but doubt
I picked up a pen
And wrote my way out (I wrote my way out)

[Verse 3: Lin-Manuel Miranda]
High speed, dubbin’ these rhymes in my dual cassette deck
Runnin’ out of time like I’m Jonathan Larson’s rent check
My mind is where the wild things are, Maurice Sendak
In withdrawal, I want it all, please give me that pen back
Y’all, I caught my first beatin’ from the other kids when I was caught readin’
"Oh, you think you smart? Blah! Start bleedin’"
My pops tried in vain to get me to fight back
Sister tapped my brains, said, pssh, you’ll get ’em right back
Oversensitive, defenseless, I made sense of it, I pencil in
The lengths to which I’d go to learn my strengths and knock ’em senseless
These sentences are endless, so what if they leave me friendless?
Damn, you got no chill, fuckin’ right I’m relentless
I know Abuela’s never really gonna win the lottery
So it’s up to me to draw blood with this pen, hit an artery
This Puerto Rican’s brains are leakin’ through the speakers
And if he can be the shinin’ beacon this side of the G.W.B and
Shine a light when it’s gray out

[Bridge: Aloe Blacc and Lin-Manuel Miranda]
I wrote my way out
Oh, I was born in the eye of a storm
No lovin’ arms to keep me warm
This hurricane in my brain is the burden I bear
I can do without, I’m here (I’m here)
Cause I wrote my way out

[Outro: Nas, Dave East, Lin-Manuel Miranda]
I picked up the pen like Hamilton
I wrote my way out of the projects
Wrote-wrote my way out of the projects
Picked up the pen like Hamilton
I wrote my way out of the
Wrote-wrote my way out of the projects
I wrote my way out
Picked up the pen like Hamilton
I wrote my way out of the

[Spoken: Nas & Lin-Manuel Miranda]
(I wrote my way out)
Really, I saw like a hole in the rap game, so if I wanted to put my little two cents in the game, then it would be from a different perspective
(I wrote my way out)
I thought that I would represent for my neighborhood and tell their story, be their voice, in a way that nobody has done it
Tell the real story




Dave East and Nas Drop Cinematic Video “The Hated”




Dave East and Nas serve up a short film-like video for their collaborative effort “The Hated.”

The 10-minute cut was directed Kid Art which tells a true story of a crime drama type film based in New York City. The clip introduced the Anthony and Corey characters, played by Cominaharr and Mike Troll respectively, that Dave East raps about on the track. The video starts out with East and his homie being captured by heavily armed police offices before transitioning to the life portrayed by Anthony and Corey.

“One conversation between homies, better yet brothers, That used to spend the night with each other, They moms was best friends, One name was Anthony, the hood called ’em Ant Live, Kept his pistol on ’em, so he bought a bigger pant size, He got a little colder the moment he watched his man die,” Dave East raps.

Nas did not appear in the video but he sends shout-out to his brother Dave East who dropped his Paranoia: A True Story, P2 mixtape on Tuesday. The project has some recognized names on the tracklist including Marsha Ambrosius, Lloyd Banks, T.I., and Tory Lanez.

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Dave East – The Hated (feat. Nas) (Short Film)


We gotta get it
They hated Esco
They hated Escobar
I’m still here
Dave East talk that talk
Streets need that
NYC, L.A., Chicago, Detroit, the whole world
Lets get it
I had a basic plan, get out the projects and never look back
Could still smell the aroma from when my uncle would cook crack
One conversation between homies, better yet brothers
That used to spend the night with each other
They moms was best friends
One name was Anthony, the hood called ’em Ant Live
Kept his pistol on ’em, so he bought a bigger pant size
He got a little colder the moment he watched his man die
That was ten years ago
Baby-face, wishing that his beard would grow
Now he throw a set up anywhere he go
He just a product of his environment
Told me he’d rather die than ever go to Rikers again
Did a bid, his celly was blood, he studied five percent
Came home, like let niggas see me, I’ll never ride with tint
Cory was his right-hand man, his mother up North
She was busting checks with the wrong nigga
He popped Xannys and he just want him some strong liquor
Lose the attitude, he miserable
For years he tried to get a lick or two
Moms begging he finish school, but non-sense he get into
Ant’ met Cory when they was kids with innocence
Ant’ hated his dad around ’cause that nigga was militant
Cory found a hoe to pass, some cash, they could triple it
Double it, stack it up, Cory ain’t never want to spend
Ant’ was blowing money fast, big Meeching when he shopped
Flashy nigga, body wrapped in diamonds, necklace, and the watch
They hated Jesus, hated Malcolm, hated Martin
(They gon’ hate) Eight niggas living in a two-bedroom apartment
No lights up in the crib, I guess I came up out the darkness
Mood change when I spark it, new Range, now I park it
They hated Jesus, hated Malcolm, hated Martin
(They gon’ hate) Eight niggas living in a two-bedroom apartment
No lights up in the crib, I guess I came up out the darkness
Mood change when I spark it, new Range, now I park it
Ant’ and Cory set up a trap, fiends in and out of that
No mask, stocking cap, they robbed him, but he got it back
Six in the morning with baggies on him was a way of life
Streets will teach you quick, ain’t nothing free, pay the price
Eviction notice in the kitchen, your bitch will stay the night
Cory had the sour with him, Ant’ fuck with ‘yola
Got kicked out his moms crib, she found a couple boulders
Locked up with killers up North, he rubbed a couple shoulders
Cory told Ant’ on the V I the block was changing
Ant’ told Cory be grateful, freedoms’ amazing
Three and half light bid, Ant’ stayed in drama
He was light skinned, outside before you niggas was typing
No MySpace
Cory and Ant’ had butter rockin’
The other younger niggas from the block, just loved to watch him
Couple haters, but nothing major, they knew the streets
Niggas caught Cory, made him take off that new Philippe
Cory took it on the chin, he wasn’t new to beef
Killers kill you for talking, all you gotta do is speak
Thats a man down, Ant’ told Cory have the fam ’round
And keep on shitting on niggas until your pants brown
They hustle low, so much evidence that can’t found
Cory got nervous whenever they spun that Van ’round
They snatched him and he talked about the way he got it
Broke the code, that was snitchin’, it ain’t no way around it
They hated Jesus, hated Malcolm, hated Martin
(They gon’ hate) Eight niggas living in a two-bedroom apartment
No lights up in the crib, I guess I came up out the darkness
Mood change when I spark it, new Range, now I park it
They hated Jesus, hated Malcolm, hated Martin
(They gon’ hate) Eight niggas living in a two-bedroom apartment
No lights up in the crib, I guess I came up out the darkness
Mood change when I spark it, new Range, now I park it
Ayo’ East
It’s your man, Nas Esco’
Keep doin’ what you do
Peace be on to you my young brother
Young king


Dave East – Legendary


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 to [?]
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 Harlem


Dave East and Wiz Khalifa Goes “Phone Jumpin” In New Video



Dave East and Wiz Khalifa drops the visuals for their collaborative single “Phone Jumpin.”

The cut is featured on East’s new album Paranoia: A True Story. The Sebastian Sdaigui and Fidel Ruiz-Healy-directed video was inspired by Busta Rhymes infamous video “Gimme Some More.” The cut starts out with a kid watching TV while wearing a Ski Mask. The screen then suddenly put him in a trance. The visuals then transitioned into a warehouse with Dave East rapping while face-painted contortionists pop up and some smoking hot ladies.

Wiz Khalifa appeared in his scene counting stacks of cash in a bathtub with bats flying around him. The two rappers then link up for a crime spree while rapping on top of cop cars with police helicopters hovering above them. The single “Phone Jumpin” also sampled Busta Rhymes classic “Gimme Some More” and Dave East ensures that he stays true to the music video theme for the original song. East new album Paranoia: A True Story was released in August and has since scored a few bangers.

He is currently working on his next album due sometime early next year.

 


“Perfect” Chris Brown Drop Video For Song About Rihanna & Karrueche


Chris Brown serves up a sensual video “Perfect” with Dave East, a song where he sings about Rihanna and Karrueche Tran.

Breezy clearly had his ex-girlfriend on his mind when he recorded his verse for the hip-hop/R&B joint. The track can be found on Dave East new project “Paranoia: A True Story.” In the Arrad Rahgoshay-directed cut, a shirtless Chris Brown sings about still having feelings for his ex-girlfriend and wishing that they could still be friends.

“Oh, we ain’t friends no more? (why) / Why you won’t listen no more? (listen) / Damn I let a good girl go / Away, away, away, I’ve been (away) / All around the world / And I’ve been lookin’ for you searchin’ (I’ve been lookin’) / You deserve it ’cause you perfect,” the R&B crooner sings. Dave East comes through with a killer verse while serenading his lady. “You deserve it ’cause you perfect (perfect) / You make every moment worth it (every moment) / I’m flyin’ down Collins, I’m shirtless (skrrt) / Just thinkin’ how you might’ve curved it (might have curved it),” he raps while sitting in a chair with a female dancer giving him a special dance session.

Chris Brown has never been shy about his regrets of loosing both Rihanna and Karrueche Tran. Since his split with Tran in 2015, he has been trying hard to win her back, much to the extent it becomes stalker-ish and leads her to get a restraining order against him. Rihanna has completely moved on and openly said in interviews that she has no interest in getting back together with him and doesn’t even communicate with him anymore. Dave East is already working on his next EP “Paranoia 2” due later this year.

If you’ve seen Rihanna lately then you would understand why Chris Brown desperately wants her back, she is smoking and filthy rich.


Dave East – The Real Is Back (feat. Beanie Sigel)


[Intro]
Nah, no I’m not
Nah, nobody on this
You know how that go

[Verse 1: Dave East]
Now I’m living with a purpose, I ain’t perfect
Allah got me, ain’t spend too much time in churches
This from the heart, I ain’t spend too much time rehearsing
I was really thinking rob before I purchased
I was really thinking God these niggas thirsty
Paranoid around soft niggas, they make me nervous
Clutching a pistol around these clowns that shit’ll surface
If you knew my life you would understand I deserve it
Nobody gave me shit, told me I was worthless
Felt like I was cursed until the day that paper surfaced
It’s a reason why me and Beans can relate in person
I’m cut from that cloth, all that talking’ll get you murdered
I relaxed on that juice, them percocets be testing me
Plus your bitch keep texting me, I ain’t attracted sexually
These niggas selling blow up, got the fiends frustrated
Tryna get this dough up, package on me, ratchet on me
Tell me what your life like cause mines is real
Every thing signed and sealed, my mind on pills
Niggas’ll rat on they own mother, they see that time get real
Teddy bears and candle lightings give your moms the chills

[Hook: Dave East + Beanie Sigel]
As far as I can remember I’ve been a real one
They say that pressure bust pipes but I don’t feel none
Just like these whack ass rappers I can’t feel one
You said you wanted the real back well here it come

[Verse 2: Beanie Sigel]
Pressure’s on once again but I embrace it
I weathered through the storm before, I’m never breaking
I do this for the youth in the Matrix who won’t make it
I tell ’em every knock is a boost, remain patient
But every move he make is calculated through his hunger
It’s sad to say shorty might not make it through the summer
His mom turned tricks for a fix, pills strung her
He only met his pop for flicks and a jail jumper
His stomach empty but his clip full
He pop xannies by the fist full
Drink syrup, skip school
Pants hanging off his ass, ain’t been in the bath
I try to steer ’em right cause I hate to see him crash
Tell him just stay in his lane and remain humble
You bound to get hit in the game just don’t fumble
I seen G’s drop the ball and straight crumble
Just know if your aunt had a dick she’d be your uncle
What your life like nigga mines is real
No if, mights, maybes, probably, wills
I blow your fucking head off with that revolver steel
I shot a nigga on tour, got that revolver still
Know when you fucking with the Bully you involved with real
I put your body somewhere, they won’t solve your kill nigga
You need to stop if you think Mac won’t pop it
Have your mom in all black out casket shopping

[Verse 3: Dave East + Beanie Sigel]
It’s the Broadstreet Bully and Dave East, yeah we playing for keeps
These niggas dressing like freaks and they calling it fleek
These niggas be signing sheets plus they calling police
Know every nigga in the ghetto ain’t involved in the streets
We ain’t really into the games we gon’ rest you to peace
Pull something big out, give you a long kiss on the cheek
Who ready to die? Sky’s the limit who want beef?
I was a bad boy before I repped the ROC
This ain’t nothing new shit this just what the fuck we do
We like no limit soldiers and nigga I’m that true
The reason, the solution nigga I’m that too
Whoever stuck to the realness, then I’m that glue
It’s a war going on outside you ain’t safe from
You can play Super man, you get your cape hung
We don’t start no shit and we don’t take none
We just 100% until our day come

[Hook: Dave East + Beanie Sigel]
As far as I can remember I’ve been a real one
They say that pressure bust pipes but I don’t feel none
Just like these whack ass rappers I can’t feel one
You said you wanted the real back well here it come
As far as I can remember I’ve been a real one
They say that pressure bust pipes but I don’t feel none
Just like these whack ass rappers I can’t feel one
You said you wanted the real back well here it come

[Outro: Dave East + Beanie Sigel]
You said you wanted the real back well here it come
You said you wanted the real back well here it come
You said you wanted the real back well here it come
You said you wanted the real back well here it come
You said you wanted the real back well here it come
You said you wanted the real back well here it come
You said you wanted the real back well here it come


Time ticking – Juelz Santana feat. Dave East lyrics


Lyrics Juelz Santana – Time ticking

We just getting to the money, why they hating?
This a real nigga celebration
Getting to this paper, getting to this paper
Shitting on a hater, shitting on a hater
We just getting to this money, why they hating?
This a real nigga celebration
Getting to this paper, getting to this paper
Shitting on a hater, shitting on a hater.(time ticking)

I’m a boss nigga so I need a boss b*tch
G5 to Dubai, that’s a boss trip
Blew a couple mil, still up on that Forbes List
Skydweller on the watch, that’s a boss wrist
Time ticking nigga, where my money at?
Time ticking nigga, where my money at?
Time ticking nigga, where my money at?
Time ticking nigga, where my money at?

Time ticking, gotta get it, where that money at?
You know if I front you that I need that money back (ASAP)
You know how I’m coming if I got to come for that
Double back, yeah somebody body getting mummy wrapped
I come from hand to hands and the bundle stacked
Fell in love with flipping grams and what come with that
Y’all in love with Instagram and them double taps
Finger on the trigger, you won’t like it when I double tap
I’m Rowdy Rebel, I got more stones than Barney Rubble
Boss b*tch and that pus*y tastes like Fruity Pebbles
Forbes List how we get it cause we never settle
For them bands, make ‘em rock and roll with this heavy metal
New levels, new devils, flooded all the bezels
The plot thickens, time ticking but my Rollie don’t
In the Rolls blowing smoke ‘til I catch the holy ghost
Keep it close, this a celebration, real niggas toast.

I’m a boss nigga so I need a boss b*tch
G5 to Dubai, that’s a boss trip
Blew a couple mil, still up on that Forbes List
Skydweller on the watch, that’s a boss wrist
Time ticking nigga, where my money at?
Time ticking nigga, where my money at?
Time ticking nigga, where my money at?
Time ticking nigga, where my money at?

Time ticking, this 40 will have your spine shifting
I’m used to fathering niggas so I don’t mind children
I was in and out of court, I had LeBron vision
Came a long way from that lo mien and that orange chicken
Free Rowdy, free Bobby, all my niggas ‘bout it
Inside the foreign cloudy, all I know is count it
I got my city bouncin’, they lovin’ my aura
Ain’t hard to tell I’m from the border, started with quarters
I was 19, we was tryna get it on the night scene
Visions of that white beam, NBA pipe dreams
Dropped out of college, now I get the coupe drop
Coke was in my tube sock, right in Pooh spot.

I’m a boss nigga so I need a boss b*tch
G5 to Dubai, that’s a boss trip
Blew a couple mil, still up on that Forbes List
Skydweller on the watch, that’s a boss wrist
Time ticking nigga, where my money at?
Time ticking nigga, where my money at?
Time ticking nigga, where my money at?
Time ticking nigga, where my money at?

If I ain’t picking up I’m probably getting head
If she ain’t picking up she probably giving head
Stay with this fully loaded nine and a hot vixen
Drop top, getting top in it versuri-lyrics.info
Colorblind hoodie off white
Jacket and Armani denim
Niggas know I’m flier than ‘em, they admiring ‘em
Fendi monster, I think I’m frightening ‘em
Fear of God, they fear the god, I’m Christ to ‘em

Oriental women, oriental coke
Oriental denim, oriental dope
Japan tricks, I’m sipping, making my man sick
I’m a boss, kidnap ‘em and set the ransom
I slide up in these spots, they say I’m handsome now
Used to be all gooned up, we probably dancing now
This that light too bright, ma put your camera down
I be with Drama and Cannon out in Atlanta now.

I’m a boss nigga so I need a boss b*tch
G5 to Dubai, that’s a boss trip
Blew a couple mil, still up on that Forbes List
Skydweller on the watch, that’s a boss wrist
Timeee ticking nigga, where my money at?
Timeee ticking nigga, where my money at?
Timeee ticking nigga, where my money at?
Timeee ticking nigga, where my money attt?
Juelz Santana lyrics
Video ticking


Push it – Dave East lyrics


Lyrics Dave East – Push it

I’m just a bad motherf*cker
I’ll bring Stacey Dash up to Rucker
I ain’t got no rep for these suckers
I’m plotting on pushing supply what you cut up.(push it)
Dave East lyrics
Video it


Trey Songz feat. Dave East – 93 Unleaded Lyrics


(Chorus – Trey Songz)
Feel like it’s 93
I ain’t tryna get you off
Baby come ride with me
I ain’t tryna get you off
Get you so fly to me
I ain’t tryna get you off
I just feel like you the one, you the one
I can bet you are
Feel like it’s 93
I ain’t tryna get you off
Baby come ride with me
I ain’t tryna get you off
Get you so fly to me
I ain’t tryna get you off
I just feel like you the one, you the one
I can bet you are no, no, no

(Verse 1 – Trey Songz)
Look at your hair, look at your pose
Yeah, look at your nails, look at your toes, girl
Body on…mo, come here
Got a ni**a frooze like a lil’ baby deer, god damn
Baby you’re cool like this time of year
Girl, you hot as motherf**k it feels squeezier
You don’t need a chair sit it down right here
And if you want it all, you can get that there
See you like to read, let me get between the pages
Know you like to work out, I can spot by your squad
Notice these other girls, they ain’t got what you got

(Repeat Chorus)

(Bridge – Dave East)
Money I got plenty, girl it’s nothing, I could spend it all on you
When I spread all on you
Money I got plenty, girl it’s nothing, I could spend it all on you
When I spread all on you

(Verse 2 – Trey Songz)
Ay, look at your body, babe, look in my eyes
Ay, bi**h I’mma fast ay, between your thighs
My lips on yours, drip drip some mo
All of my time, I’m going down
Tryna find your spot, I’m tryna keep it there
I be going deep, so baby be prepared
So sexy I need that, yeah

(Repeat Chorus)

(Verse 3 – Dave East)
93, you gotta f**k wanna ride with me
I look like I hit the lottery, only with ni**as that die for me
I used to be at with all the hammers and all the scammers
And all where the powder be
You hate it, so f**k your apology
You see that red stripe on my Prada tee
I jump out the Rover now
Fully loaded, ain’t hard to see, I’ve been took over now
Same bi**hes wouldn’t even pay attention
I can bend them over, choke em now
Bottom of my teeth golden now
Only back was I can roll a pound
Homies locked up, I can’t hold ’em down
Got Givenchy stars on my shoulder now
New crib, new bi**h, true crib, whip like a bowling ball
Eves Saint Laurent or the Dolce shades, I don’t even know though, sure
Only if she bad I might see it
Full of Henney, so I might eat it
Only socks and my wife beat her
Brain better than a mind reader

(Repeat Chorus)


Dave East – What A Year


[Verse: Dave East]
(East side, wo!)
I like my women to be pure, no Juicy Couture
Outfits down south, trips for raw i’m tryna get more
I hid the pistol In the store right under the chips
My outfit come with a grip, in love with her lips
I just to hide the work in her mother crib
Things changes now I don’t even know where her mother live
She don’t call me Dave East, address me by my government
Told me pay my taxes before you owe the government
Complexion mocha, inner section with smokers
Face mean I bet you nigga never approach her
Told the homie I had to kill it for the culture
I come to compliment not insult ya, I can coach ya
Give you the play it’s hard to give you a day
Couple hours blowing sour you know I’m not finna stay
Them other niggas is cowards, I promise they in the way
Couple dollars let’s pick us a [?] so we can play
Now we gettin’ massages, forgings and them garages
I’ve been having ménages, princess cuts is flawless
Just to sit the truck you got to be gorgeous
You bad without speakin’ ma you ain’t got to be talkin’
She’s like a [] leaking all on my seats
We get tired of the city our weekends be on the beach
We creepin’ in and out the sheets, she was in and out the jep
I turn women out to freaks, I was in her mouth this week
I’ve got a million mouths to feed, that’s why i’m in and out these streets
A hundred bitches on my line, but i’m just in and out these beats
Brought the hammer everywhere ’cause we was in and out beef
My little L.A. bitch had me eating In ‘n Out for weeks
First class to LaGuardia I’m right back to New York time
A lot of niggas renting their jewelry, but I bought mine
Mind the of trap, you can’t double back if you cross lines
Them forty fives jam so this time I only bought nines
Niggas only respect homicide and chalk lines
Talking ’bout the coupe, I’m tryna Porsche mine
I’m tryna hurt the strip, them little baggies just to hurt the tip
Crack smoke my clothes before I even learned to whip
No handouts I don’t wan’t it if I ain’t earnin’ it
Weed and pills I was servin’ it, jumpin’ out of suburban
All ice like George Gervin, on flights I lost service
Your type be all nervous, the Maybach got orange curtains
And I’m just on my Birking, what you hearing in these verses the same nigga in person
Cuzzo doing the stretch, he caught 8 of off ‘caine purchase
Niggas claim they the hottest they music I ain’t heard it
Guess it ain’t worth it
That shit you be doing just ain’t working
I got a different lawyer they came with the same verdict
And I can get you broad day light, like Wayne Perry
Potato on the witnesses saying that they ain’t heard it

[Speaking]
Only the real recognize what I’m doing. From the bottom, nowhere else but up, million dollar deal, did that. Need millions for all my niggas, gang. Fuck happened to D’Angelo this that shit, East Side, uh! New year, new money, new diamonds, no new niggas! hahah


Dave East feat. Corey Finesse – Vagabond (remix) Lyrics


(Verse 1 – Dave East)
I done stumbled on a hundred racks
Used to treat the trap like a running back
Nothing but hundred thousand I was done with packs
Hundred million ni**a I be done with rap
You snitch loving, b**hes love a rat
Hard to kick the habit cause she love the crack
Corey ni**a they gon run this back
If you f**k my bi**h, I don’t want her back
I’m a vagabond got no
Bring it to your door like it’s domino’s
Hundred dollar gets your baby momma blown
Word to freaky glad my ni**a Dolla home
I know you drink, but bi**h, I gotta smoke
I know you see me with a lot of locs
Know you see me get a lot of doh
I can’t fit it in my wallet, ho
Sak pasé I’ve seen a lotta yay
I ain’t giving beats I ain’t Dr. Dre
You ain’t got to listen to me ni**a
Guarantee you hearing what this choppa say
Shower Posse with the shotty gang
Finessen on em Louis dressing on em
N’ap boule, I make a model pay
I know they want a picture
But they gotta wait, I’m a vagabond

(Chorus – Corey Finesse)
Vagabond, vagabond that’s no lie I got a lotta dough
Adios, Adios shmoney calling me like vamanos
Wish I could stay but bi**h it’s time to go
I done stumbled on a pot of gold
Dress my bi**h up in designer clothes
Flexing on em got a lot of dough
Vagabond, vagabond that’s no lie I got a lotta dough
Adios, Adios shmoney calling me like vamanos
Wish I could stay but bitch it’s time to go
I done stumbled on a pot of gold
Dress my bi**h up in designer clothes
Flexing on em got a lot of dough

(Verse 2 – Corey Finesse)
Finessen school i made the honor roll
My shorty said I got a lot of hoes
Can’t even lie I got a lot of those
Then I pick em like eney miny, moe
Only cause I got a lot of dough
And they know what this hitting fo

(Repeat Verse 3 & Repeat Chorus)