Dave East - Survival Album Lyrics

They Wanna Kill You
Penthouse
Godfather 4
Need a Sign
On My Way 2 School
Seventeen
Mama I Made It
OG
Whats Goin On
Baby
Alone
Everyday
Devil Eyes
Night Shift
Wanna Be A G
Me and Mines
Daddy Knows
What You Mad At
On Sight
The Marathon Continues (Nipsey Tribute)

They Wanna Kill You

Survival of the fit-, only the strong survive
Survival of the fit-, only the strong survive
Survival of the fit-, only the strong survive
And the people look at Dave and said
"We wanna kill you David"

You probably thought the label was gon' shelf me
You prayed that this paper never helped me
You probably thought the label was gon' shelf me
You prayed that this paper never helped me
Posted up by the mailbox without a mail key
Exotic weed acrid if you ever smelled me
I don't wanna die young, I wanna die wealthy
Niggas askin' for the most help ain't never helped me
Blue or brown flagin' it
You think I'm gettin' to it? Well, that's accurate
Acura slidin', ain't have no passengers
Bubble goose, wasn't no computers, when it's trouble, shoot
Money made my dick hard, honestly, fell in love with loot
Mathematics supreme, knowledge, and wisdom
Understandin' culture, no power will get you killed, son
(We wanna kill you, David)
Equality God, bill gets thrown at y'all
Born in the cypher, shit get tighter than Wonderbras
I come from the slums, had to walk when we wanted cars
Couldn't afford the shit that y'all wearin', that made me wanna rob
That pressure get applied, you know your son involved
You so nervous, phone in your pocket, don't wanna call
Feds is lurkin', I know they watchin', I wanna ball
Plug fronted 50, I'm starvin', I need 100 more
Drop it in the pot, cannonball, somersault
September to April, we pumpin', take the summer off
May, June, July, August, livin' lawless
In Georgetown, I really was recruited by the Hoyas
Maneuver through the borders
My man from Cuba, I told him that you could get deported
What if Tookie could've saw this?
No bakery, we was cuttin' cookies by the quarter
Nigga ratted in New York, picked up and took his shit to Florida

And the people look at David and said
"We wanna kill you David, because it's because of you
That we're in this position that we're in"
When God gave them victories in battles and victories over war
Nobody had anything to say negative, when David

Survival of the fit-, only the strong survive
Survival of the fit-, only the strong survive

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Writer: David Brewster, Christopher Edward Martin
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
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Penthouse

This view is everything
Shit, I could get used to this

Curtains wide open, let the sun shine
You know I gotta f*ck you like this sometimes
She was walkin' 'round naked lookin' just like breakfast
Shit, I can make it quick, that's enough time (oh yeah)
How you so fly, you ain't been outside yet?
All the way up with that penthouse mindset
Ain't no realer state than that real estate
Everything else is in the way
By the time the smoke clears, guaranteed I hear her say

This view is everything (oh yeah)
Shit, I could get used to this
Shit, I could get used to this
I could get used to this
This shit is everything
Shit, I could get used to this
You could see a lot more (more)
Up here on the top floor

Projects to the penthouse (penthouse)
Success what we been 'bout (uh)
We just tryna win now (win)
FN in back of that Benz now (uh)
Let's play ball if we spin out (play ball)
You fall, see what your friends 'bout (uh)
Stand tall and poke your chin out
Drink 'til it's Cris' you piss out
I feel the vibes, they pissed now (pissed)
It's lobster, steak, and shrimp now (woo)
They caught my man on camera, they told him stand up, we don't sit down
Roaches when we was kids, now it's chauffeurs, my niggas men now
Readin' letters by the ocean, Trap told me don't put that pen down (keep writin', nigga)

This view is everything (oh yeah, yeah)
Shit, I could get used to this
You could see a lot more when you're standin' on the top floor
It's the penthouse
Shit, I could get used to this (oh yeah, yeah)
Shit, I could get used to this (oh yeah, yeah)
Penthouse
Oh, yeah, yeah
Oh, yeah, yeah

Just another nigga from the street, Louis' on my feet
Up all night, it been like this for weeks, we don't ever sleep
Told my homie, "Let's go hit the road" (we out)
He back on parole
He told me he gotta keep it solid, them other niggas told
60 floors up, you need a key, we can't see police
Shooter's on the roof, any funny moves and he gon' squeeze
Elevator, just press penthouse, it'll bring you right to me
The best flight you smoked in your life, put you right to sleep

Just another nigga from the streets, we gettin' paid at least
Told them hatin' niggas wait and see
Elevator, please
Flight rolled up, a nigga stay high
Up here a little crazy in the daytime
Sippin' Avion on the balcony, she don't wanna leave
She know I got somethin' up my sleeve, you should wait and see
Now everybody know your name, right?
Up here I'm so out the way like

This view is everything (oh yeah, yeah)
Shit, I could get used to this
You could see a lot more when you're standin' on the top floor
It's the penthouse
Shit, I could get used to this (oh yeah, yeah)
You could see a lot more
Penthouse

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Writer: David Brewster
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Godfather 4

Chicago, y'all still shootin' up
And, Boston, y'all still shootin' up (Yeah)
And Queensbridge stay shootin' up
Even in Witchita, it's wicked, y'all

You see a mic stand lit up under the spotlight
A silhouette of a man slayin' beats that knock right
I treasure whenever niggas or rhetoricals hit
Orchestral tracks and nail it, smooth, black velvet
And rap intelligent but then it's just a low percent who blow on some
Nas, B.I.G., and Hova shit
No offense but I was over with findin' young spitters who names I remember
Dave, Jay Rozay
Dissin' your idols kills your future 'less your idol suped-up
Jamaica Ave, Nas, cherry drop, couped up
Still hittin' clubs, grimy niggas occasionally shoot up
Bang-bang, pow-pow, the snorters still toot up
My dead granddad came to my cousin through a psychic
I don't really like it, pay prices for afterlife advisements
Kinda double jumble, prefer to take my chances
Who gets out alive? Nobody got the answers
All we got is questions
I told my bitch she hit the genetic lottery
Love it when she lie to me
A friendship is built over time and trust too
But trust is a contract that constantly needs to be renewed
For peace and solitude
Peace and solitude
P-p-p-peace and solitude
Trust me and love me, I trust you and love you
Could you, could you, could you really show love?
Like a tree fallin' in the middle of the forest
Nobody heard your shit drop, it's really garbage
How come rappers you claimin' I got my style from
Never pow and tint from a mitt
No diss to them, man who got it in
This is now, that was then
Different style, different Benz
It's clear there's a difference
You resortin' to, uh, distortin' the truth
Grind, my offspring needs juice, walk in my shoes

Yo, big bro, I'm from the ice pick era, light-skinned terror
Thought I could sell this dope until my life get better
Hieroglyphics got 'em tatted on us so it's hard to miss us
Reminiscin', my uncle sniffin' the Lionel Richie
Soul Train over breakfast, Lexus across the Triborough
They not thorough
How you my brother? You not Arrow

Soul Train over breakfast, Lexus across the Triborough
You not thorough
You not my brother, you not Jungle

A whisper of death, a kiss of life
From Sade lips, my wish for life
My neck wearin' exotic material, so excited I'm still here with you
I cried about it with a sinister smile
Was notable, I been winnin' awhile, I'm a dazzler
Ancient Astronaut from the Dogon tribe
Gangsta tatted up, time travelin' Nas
How I'm unravelin' this major paper
And blast niggas like a Navy laser?
System activated, board the cabin orderly
Fashion, I'm glad you made it
I'm the captain, flight time, 3 minutes
Won't be servin' lunch or dinner, your comfort is my concern
You could burn it if you feel it
We'll cruisin' at 40,000 feet
Your in-flight movie is Godfather 4 starrin' me and Dave East

First class for the whole flight, go 'head and lean your seat back
No lunch or dinner menu but got champagne if you drink that
Stewardess is models, gelato, you could bring it on
The pilot cool, I snuck in the cabin so I could see the storm
Joe Clark the one that they leanin' on
I just took my shoes off
Shorty across the aisle look like Lena Horne
40,000 feet, my Wi-Fi still crackin'
You niggas is still packin'
This flight about to land
Pick your seat up, secure your area
Clean up your mess
Half the seats Louis Vuitton
We double G'd up the rest
We don't even acknowledge the ones you seem to impress
Don't forget your charger
We could fly whenever, be my guest

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Writer: David Brewster, Tom Brock, COREY PEYTON, JAMES D'AGOSTINO, JULIAN GOSIN, KEYON HARROLD, MANUEL PERKINS, MARCUS HUBBARD, NASIR JONES, PAUL ROBERTSON
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Need a Sign

If you ask me, since Harlem
Our family's always been like, it's been the best of times
It was the worst of time (worst)
I needed a sign
2008, my mother passes away (Aunt B)
I'm at rock bottom, Dave's with me through my mother's situation (yeah, I was)
But he's still playing basketball, he's doing his thing (yeah, I was)
Two years later he gives me a call, he's hit rock bottom (yeah, I did)
He's getting kicked out of school
He has another dream, to rap
He tells me he needs to come back to New York
And if he has this opportunity, he's gonna make it
I knew I was already struggling
I didn't even want him to come back and be in the streets
I don't want him to get in to any bullshit
We didn't really have much, you know what I mean?
We were just together, all we had was each other and his dream
I look back now
I think the sixty
That front door (penthouse)
Right by the staircase, perfect place
That back room I grew up in
He's been such and inspiration to so many
People see the grind and the pain and the struggle he's going through (right)
That we've been through (right)
But this is for everybody out there (yeah, it is)
Look and think, and dream and, everybody needs a sign (yeah, they do)

Sometimes you can't see it yourself
Need sign, you need, need some help

We know we guilty but we gon' act like we innocent (on God)
My Glock was filthy, need disinfectant to get it in
My grandpops was an immigrant, never a citizen
They expect me to vote, told my mother, I needed Ritalin
Was born crazy, I never felt like I was normal (never)
The sun shine bright after it rain, that's what the storm do
Roll a blunt and wish I could trade places with Freeky (Malik)
Until I sit and realize my daughter really need me
I had to cut ties with my closest, niggas is greedy
You can see the pain in my eyes as soon as you see me
Aladdin had me tryna make wishes, wasn't no genies
Halal if I was talkin' 'bout lambs, no Lamborghinis
We was really starvin', in my aunty crib hearin' Marvin
Had to travel the world to realize nowhere like Harlem
I tried to keep my distance from niggas that's scared of problems
Them niggas realize you food, then anywhere they'll rob her
You ever tuck in your jewelry then you don't need to shine
All the money in the world won't bring you peace of mind
All them chains don't matter, they hate to see you shine
Was lost, prayin' to God begging him like, "I need a sign"
Show me how to do it when ain't nothin' working
I just hope that I don't shoot if we meet up in person
Now they ask my feature price, they never wanted verses
Now I live a different life, can't see my mother workin'
Should I rob 'em? Should I shoot 'em? I just need a sign
You know I've been going through it, just give me a sign
I promise we all could do it, I just need some time
Should I continue with this music? Just give me a sign
Thinkin' 'bout the day when I won't need to rhyme
She tryna line me or she love me? I just need a sign
I close my eyes and pray like, "I just need a sign"
I listen to what you tell me, I can't read your mind

I need a sign, I need to blind 'em, ay
Before the diamonds
Though I've been live, I set my timing, ay
And no silver lining
They can't control me, f*ck your controllers
Lost in the sofa, least I'll be moanin'
I'm taking over, f*ck these emotions, all the signs
Hey, niggas calling like we homies now, nah
I bet they stop with all that trolling now, blocked
Made that rooftop into a floor for now, it's a sign
Now it's Rolls when we rollin' out, drop
F*ck a lease I gotta buy the block, block
F*ck them people there's a bottom line, no need to sign

My man died before we talked, ain't get to speak in time
Them grams had them smokers looking like a sneaker line
My little man don't wanna rumble, so he keep a 9
Not breakin' it down, keeping this pot, shit this peace of mind
I'm on my daughter, across the water, I hope she don't see no crime
There's problems, I pull up on a bike, I'm on Deebo time
I tried to ask my father to help me, told me I need to grind
Your funeral packed but you dead, can't even see the line
I hope I see the signs
It break your heart when a youngin' dying, he was 9
They say he stop but we speedin', so we don't see the sign
Feel like a war going on when all your people dyin'
Niggas is numb and they gon' act like they don't see you cryin'
You got a chance to get out of here, we don't need you ridin'
He just need a sign
Nobody keep it real with him, he tired of people lyin'
He sick of lightin' up candles, too many people dyin'
Knowin' you might get up out the hood, that shit'll keep you tryin'
I'm used to the jungle, nigga, I been a lion
Walk in the booth, kill everything, even my pen is dyin'
That shit they tried to teach in school, we ain't consider science
You a sucker if you give up, too many niggas tryin'
Pocket watchin', you focused on what your nigga buyin'
Pocket watchin', you focused on what your nigga buyin'

I need a sign, I need to blind 'em, ay
Before the diamonds
Though I've been live, I set my timing, ay
And no silver lining
They can't control me, f*ck your controllers
Lost in the sofa, least I'll be moanin'
I'm taking over, f*ck these emotions, all the signs
Hey, niggas calling like we homies now, nah
I bet they stop with all that trolling now, blocked
Made that rooftop into a floor for now, it's a sign
Now it's Rolls when we rollin' out, drop
F*ck a lease I gotta buy the block, block
F*ck them people there's a bottom line, no need to sign, yeah, yeah

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Writer: Abraham Orellana, Corey Thompson, David Brewster, Dorothy Fields, Jahmal Gwin, Jimmy Mchugh, Shaun Thomas, Teyana Taylor
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On My Way 2 School

Alright, let's get up
6:30 in the morning (Oh my God), you got 15 minutes to eat breakfast (Alright, alright, alright)
Wake your ass up, Earl and David, right now (Lemme get five more minutes Ma, please)
No five minutes, nothin', get up (Oh, God, Earl, get up bro, get up my nigga)
I'm gon' get your father (Chill, chill, chill, chill)
He know how to get y'all up (It's too early for all that, Earl, get up, just get up my nigga)
Five minutes ain't gon' make ya or break ya, get your ass up right now

My mother kissed me on my forehead on my way to school
Told me to look out for my brother on our way to school
Walkin' passed the niggas that hustle, they told me stay in school
I probably would've fell in love with it if they would've made it cool
I would see Bloods, Crips, and Kings on my way to school
Makin' sure my outfit was mean, always was late to school
Report cards kept me in trouble, that shit'll break your mood
I was just in homeroom with him, this nigga made the news?
Fightin', givin' different addresses, they made me change up schools
Walkin' through the halls next to my opps, that was a dangerous move
Nice in ball, all the girls liked me, guess you could say I'm cool
Had love for a few of my teachers, but I just hated school (I hated it)
Either it was that or I just hated rules
I even was cool with the lunch ladies that would make our food
Brand new JanSport, the cops stopped me on my way to school
Like, "Go to class or come with us," funny how life'll make you choose

On my way to school
I seen everything on my way to school
I seen niggas die on my way to school (Die)
Just tryna stay alive on my way to school
On my way to school
You got a whip to drive, they gon' say you cool
Both eyes red, I got high on my way to school
Hope I don't end up dead on my way to school

Tried to cut through the projects, got robbed on my way to school
His mom needed help, he got a job, like, why stay in school?
His best friend just dropped out, he had some H to move
You got your pops, he ain't seen his father, he can't relate to you
His cousin pumpin' coke in the lobby and he been watchin' him
His Mama wasn't affordin' them Jordan's, he like, "I'm coppin' 'em"
His crew said, "F*ck school," he rather go hit the block with them
He tryna get a dollar, his mom made it, ain't no stoppin' him
He fell out with his man, he noticed he been with the opps and them
He ain't been to class in three weeks, this nigga wildin'
Heard about the island, that shit sound more excitin' than school
Couldn't give a f*ck about a test, he tryna Prada his shoes (Red stripes)

On my way to school
Seen 'em about to raid my buildin' on my way to school
Pack on me, tried to make a killin' on my way to school
My life might've been different if I'd have stayed in school
On my way to school
Nike's and Adidas on my way to school
You ever seen a homicide on your way to school?
You never seen your homie Mama cry on your way to school (Never)

Mr. Brewster, you're always in the hallway, get to class
But I ain't goin' to math today, yo I'm bored, I'm failin' that shit anyway
How does detention sound before basketball practice?
I ain't took none of them tests, I ain't do none of the homework, not one of them shits, so ain't no point in even goin'
You got me in this shit mad early in the mornin', I'm doin' good in all my other classes
I'm boutta get up outta here, word
Just keep hanging out in the hallways, Brewster, you'll see, never gonna amount to shit
Never gonna amount to shit
F*ck outta here, man, whatever, man
They ain't teach me shit in here anyway
These teachers is broke, I'm goin' to the NBA
F*ck this school shit
You better hope basketball works, Brewster

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Writer: David Brewster
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Seventeen

F*ck you, f*ck you
F*ck you, f*ck you

Thinkin' back when I was only seventeen
Thinkin' back when I was only seventeen (reminiscing)
Thinkin' back when I was only seventeen (as a youngin' and all dat)
Thinkin' back when I was only seventeen

I was breakin' weed down in my basement
Attached to my gang, so I could never leave (loc gang)
I ain't givin' up no information (nah)
I been buying shit that I ain't never need
Them beats coming in and out another station
A Mayweather nigga that could never read
Said you seen the paperwork, so how he on probation? (How?)
I've been living with a curse, I ran out of patience
Jungle got me out the dirt, living life for what it's worth
Nights sleeping in my shirt, thinking I won't make it
Now I got your favorite actress in here gettin' naked
Pardon my back, 600 on land, like a shark it's all black
Don't talk 'bout my trap
Moment of silence, don't talk 'bout no violence
My phone might be tapped
I don't condone in no rats
I done showed love when they hated on me (they hated)
Amiri's fit different, got some paper on me (you see it)
I'm smoking out the pack, Lisa paid the bond
Chef up in the kitchen, got my apron on
Hatin' ain't gon' help you make it, homie
Take it to the grave, couple things I done seen, people changing on me (changing on me)
The love change when you find out that ain't your homie (changed)
The drug game not about to make you famous, homie (no)
I was putting in work when you was sleepin' (work)
You was full, I wasn't eatin'
These niggas come around for no reason
The same place we found 'em, we can leave 'em
These shoes don't come out 'til next season
These jewels like I got 'em out the freezer (cold)
She rude, she don't really have a reason (no)
I move like I'm tryna get a visa

Thinkin' back when I was only seventeen (you know them young days, you)
Thinkin' back when I was only seventeen (tryna figure out where the party at)
Thinkin' back when I was only seventeen (first time hittin' a blunt, shit like that)
Thinkin' back when I was only seventeen (I caught my motherf*cker)

You couldn't tell me shit when I was seventeen (nah)
Teachers told me I would never graduate
Cuzzo touching money I had never seen
He told me, put me put my paper and never give my lasso up
So I got up out the hood, some niggas never leave
Remember Friday night, prayin' I wake up on Saturday
Loiter in buildings, no, I'd rather spoil my children
Can't be one of them dads that went that way
Thinkin' back when I was only seventeen
Dirty lil' nigga, room was never clean (right)
I had the cornrows like Bubba Chuck (AI)
Tryna make it to the league on whoever team (whoever)
Them nightmares started comin' I could never dream
Demons talking to me, God, please intervene
I used to wear my new Jordans 'til the sole was ripped
Girls used to look at me like I was never clean (dirty lil' nigga)
Moving forward, I ain't bringing up no old shit (nah)
I got a rental, we could go and take this road trip (we out)
Like a pill, I just want to get in motion
The D's man to man, so we gotta run a motion
Thinkin' back to when I was only seventeen
If I said I'm gon' be rich, you'd have thought that I was joking
My hoop' ride was a Grande Cherokee, free crib with the key, go outside if you smoking (woah)

Thinkin' back when I was only seventeen
Thinkin' back when I was only seventeen
Thinkin' back when I was only seventeen (I'm talkin' when a nigga used to get)
Thinkin' back when I was only seventeen (get kicked out the crib and shit, every other week)
You know what I'm saying, your first time tryna, squeeze some, some titties
Get some ass or somethin' like that
Young days, nigga
Thinkin' back when I was only seventeen

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Writer: David Brewster
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Mama I Made It

(I, I wait for the day, a sweet gentle sway
A sweet gentle sway...)

Okay, y'all gettin' on outta here
David, watch out for your lil' brother, and y'all have a good day
Love y'all
Love you too, Mom
(You are now listening to AraabMUZIK)
Somebody tell my mama I made it (C'mon)
Mama I made it (C'mon)
Tell my mama I made it (C'mon, c'mon)
Somebody tell my mama I made it (Oh, uh)

Tell my mama I made it
Copped her a Rollie for the time we never spent (Ma)
She ain't never gotta worry 'bout no rent (Never)
Tell my mama I made it
She used to slap us when we used to try to cuss (Ooh!)
I got sick of seein' you drivin' that bus
Tell my mama I made it (I made it)
She used to have to worry if I'm breathin'
She ain't never gotta worry 'bout us eatin' (Never)
Tell my mama I made it
So proud of her firstborn, I could tell (I know it)
She the only one sent me money in jail (Only one)
Tell my mama I made it

She used to hold me when I used to bang my head at night (Facts)
Ruth's Chris dinners don't taste as good as her eggs and rice (At all)
Couldn't be no punk, you told me early, "Son, you better fight"
Handlebars shaky, I was beggin' you for a better bike
Think it was a Mongoose or one of them BMX shits
Innocent baby pictures, never seen me bein' arrested (Never)
It was nothin' domestic, I can't hit a woman (Uh-uh)
A woman raised me, woman fed me, woman bathed me
Ghetto changed me (Woo!)
Mama raised me strong, won't let 'em slave me (Never)
Thank you for not smokin' crack back in the eighties
I was born healthy (Mmm)
We ain't have too much at all, I wasn't born wealthy
I thank God for keeping me alive (The rest) until my mom's healthy

Tell my mama I made it
Copped her a Rollie for the time we never spent (I love you, Ma)
She ain't never gotta worry 'bout no rent
Tell my mama I made it
She used to slap us when we used to try to cuss
I got sick of seein' you drivin' that bus
Tell my mama I made it (I made it)
She used to have to worry if I'm breathin' (Worry)
She ain't never gotta worry 'bout us eatin'
Tell my mama I made it
So proud of her firstborn, I could tell
She the only one sent me money in jail
Tell my mama I made it

When Freaky died, you told me, "Dave, stop cryin'" (Stop)
Used to be scared to tell the truth, you told me, "Dave, stop lyin'" (Uh)
You put too much inside my heart to hear that Dave stopped tryin'
It gotta be no tires or no gas if Dave not ridin'
You provided, I would ask you for expensive shit, you still would try to buy it
Disrespect my mother, I'ma start a riot
I see you lookin' tired, doin' the laundry
Hope Unc get off that rock, your baby brother been a zombie
I just let this drum blow, remember wakin' up
The whole crib smell like gumbo (Whole crib)
Or rice and beans when I would spend my night with fiends
You'd pray me and my brother just be cool
You just hoped me and my father never argue
Soon as I land, I'ma call you (Uh)

Tell my mama I made it (Ma)
Copped her a Rollie for the time we never spent (Never)
She ain't never gotta worry 'bout no rent (Uh-uh)
Tell my mama I made it
She used to slap us when we used to try to cuss
I got sick of seein' you drivin' that bus
Tell my mama I made it (Mama, I made it)
She used to have to worry if I'm breathin'
She ain't never gotta worry 'bout us eatin'
Tell my mama I made it (Mama, I made it)
So proud of her firstborn, I could tell (I know)
She the only one sent me money in jail
Tell my mama I made it

Front on mama, rather get buried instead (Buried)
Introduced us to eatin' syrup and bread
Just tell my mama I made it (Uh)
I met a lotta people in life, but my mama my favorite
I think I'm lit but she remind me I'm David (Every time)
When I ain't know what I was goin' through in jail, I came home
And took you to Bloomingdale's
Missin' your perfume, thinkin' how you would smell
My mother, my heart, how could you honestly hate it? (How?)
Just wanna let her know, "Yo, Ma, you the greatest"

Tell my mama I made it
Copped her a Rollie for the time we never spent
She ain't never gotta worry 'bout no rent
Tell my mama I made it (Been with me all my life)
She used to slap us when we used to try to cuss
I got sick of seein' you drivin' that bus (So I drove for her, you na'mean?)
Tell my mama I made it
She used to have to worry if I'm breathin' (Mama)
She ain't never gotta worry 'bout us eatin'
Tell my mama I made it (Yeah)
So proud of her firstborn, I could tell (So proud)
She the only one sent me money in jail
Tell my mama I made it (Mama, I made it)

Tell my mama I made it
We're havin' conversations, mom and son, like that
Tell my mama I made it
I did it for her
Tell my mama I made it
Whatever success is in your own mind
Tell my mama I made it, yeah
Yeah, yeah, tell my mama I made it

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Writer: David Brewster, Abraham Orellana
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CashMoneyAP

Let's start up an operation
They hate us a lot, we facin'
Just need your cooperation
On God, I just gotta taste it
You got that nigga on silent but he DM'ing me
Could get him killed but I'm gettin' money, don't need that energy
I'm young, with all this shit I done, I'm OG
My man be on the phone so I don't call, I send emojis
Pimpin' in my DNA, I'm related to Goldie
Cuban rope like Richard Porter, I'm just tryna eat like Yogi
Man, you know me

I swear every time you come, I go off
(I shot my shot like Kobe, man, you know me)
And every time you leave, I stay gone

Shawty put that nigga on silent
He ain't gotta know we in here wildin'
It's all good 'til we on that island
It's all good 'til she f*ck OG
And every time I see her, I go deep
And every time she see me, she go sleep
And every time I need her, she need me
OG, OG
OG, OG (OG)

Adolescence was a nuisance
Shared all of my women unexclusive
Just make 'em wipe me down like I'm Lil' Boosie
I got styles like I'm Holiday
Directin' my own movie
We f*cked to "Oochie Walley", told Jungle I caught a groupie
Niggas jackin' they security
Punch 'em, they try to sue me
All my friends are dead
F*ck a Draco, I came with a Uzi
Shit be static, yeah, you gotta pick a side
Knockin' Mary J. Blige, baggin' dimes, still surprised
I don't really need advise 'cause she already know the vibes
Like a kid at the playground, get excited just to slide
Juice box, that shit feel like I'm swimmin'
Pussy so good, I dub all of my women
I got off when I go up in it, you get it

I swear every time you come, I go off
(I shot my shot like Kobe, man, you know me)
And every time you leave, I stay gone

Shawty put that nigga on silent
He ain't gotta know we in here wildin'
It's all good 'til we on that island
It's all good 'til she f*ck OG
And every time I see her, I go deep
And every time she see me, she go sleep
And every time I need her, she need me
OG, OG
OG, OG (OG)

Zero hesitation when it come to livin' (huh)
I see the revelations, they become so vivid (huh)
I see the dedication, not like other women (not like other women)
Different destinations, you deserve those visits
Started in the orphanage but now you're fortunate (yes)
Aviator shades, we switchin' up all sort of shit (uh)
I had a home just full of whores on Miami shores
Only exes know what go on when behind those doors
Follow code, my only feelings come in envelopes (huh)
Hunnid grand, rubberband, cold as a Michelob
And you know we get it for the wholesale
See me fishtail in a Porsche, stay off my coattail, yeah

Ain't nothin' better
So, girl, stop lookin' around
Ain't nothin' better than you and me right now
Ain't nothin' better
Stop starin' in the crowd
I swear there's nothing you can see that you ain't already found (already found)
Oh, oh, oh yeah, yeah yeah
Oh, oh, oh, oh yeah, yeah
Survival

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Writer: Alex Christian Jean Petit, David Brewster, Dwayne A. Shippy, Terius Youngdell Nash, William Roberts
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Whats Goin On

Yo, you know that bitch?
Come on, son, you know I know this bitch
You know that bitch
We used to see her at the store every mornin', the 2-4
Crescent
Exactly
I used to f*ck her sister, but you ain't know that though
We gon' do tellys or upstairs with cheddar
Upstairs with cheddar

Uh, acknowledge I'm sent
Christian Dior probably my scent
Five percent tint, that money dirty, gotta get rinsed
I'm probably in Philly, auntie block, high, eatin' fish
Diamond my wrist
Better than the block pumpin', tryna get rent
Not in my circle then you tryna get spent
Just tryna get rich
Pull up knockin' Gladys on niggas
The way we livin' might embarrass you niggas
Might fade to black on you niggas
Depressed faces, they sad, mad that I actually did it
The homie died, I went and tatted my nigga
Pinky ringin', me and four ladies at brunch
Got attitudes like they came on the bus, can't make this up
Cigar smoke lingerin', this gun on me large, it's not medium
Just got off them papers, he smokin' weed again
Like they was callin' me bro
Catch a shot over that Nautica boat
I'm a wolf, never call me the goat
They all wanna know

Betcha don't know what's goin' on (what's goin' on)
Streets don't love you like I do
Betcha don't know what's goin' on (what's goin' on)
Streets don't love you like I do
Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh
Ooh, ooh
Y'all don't even know
Betcha don't know

Yeah, my side different
They callin' us when the vibe driftin'
We the wave that got the tides shiftin'
I move weight, never tried liftin'
Never leave it, gotta ride with 'em
You nosey niggas probably tried sniffin'
Real tissue, the bros'll wipe your nose
Makin' friends with the money expose all type of foes
I be super fly, these hoes just wipe my clothes
She's a easy target, you 'posed to snipe at those
In the Rolls doin' 60, bumpin' that Nipsey
Shorty with my kind of tiny, one drink and she tipsy
Always think she know somethin', be callin' her gypsy
Told her, "Believe it or not," she callin' me Ripley
Aliens, yeah, the head outta this world
Took you to the Prada store 'cause I'm proud of you, girl
Betcha don't know, probably 'cause it's too slept on
This that dope that make the block get they two step on
You'll catch on

Betcha don't know what's goin' on (what's goin' on)
Streets don't love you like I do
Betcha don't know what's goin' on (what's goin' on)
Streets don't love you like I do
Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh
Ooh, ooh

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Writer: David Brewster, Abraham Orellana
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Baby

And think of you with pride
And keep you satisfied, oh baby, oh baby

When times got hard, you had ya boy with no stress
Love is a war, you got me out here with no vest
I be up all night, I ain't been getting no rest
I wish I had glasses to see what's under your dress
Baby give me yo best, I love how them jeans fit yo waistline
Courtside, they see us on the baseline
You turn me on every time we FaceTime
If you my baby, you gon' stay mine, you my

We started out as friends but now we lovers
How we start out on the block and end up underneath them covers, tell me
Let's try the backseat of my Benz without no rubber
Pussy good, Kairi been saying she want a little brother, listen
You think I'm joking right? I just got back from Cali
We can smoke tonight, I love scary movies, let's f*ck to Poltergeist
I know the last cat did you wrong, I'm here to show ya right
I put in time to learn all about you, this wasn't overnight
You my B-A-B-Y, no more wearing Levi, took you out Adida, we private like a G5
I know you gotta be tired, put you in Prada, you mine
Ya exes gotta be blind, just think you not in your prime
Dotted that line, well shit, it gotta be signed, 'cause you my (baby)
(You already know you my)

They look embarrassed when they seen us, put karats on her finger
She watch too much Maury, this ain't ya average Jerry Springer
I play the bar, minglin', Puerto Rican looking Armenian
A palm reader couldn't see our future
Not lackin' off that pressure, I done lost my car key again
Style 50 Shades of Grey, I studied Kama Sutra
Hallelujah, knocking Odd Future, look in my eyes like I'll do ya
We play Queens for the night, hit God Brewer
My past shorts tryna pop up, like I knew ya
Chasing cash, but this shit can get nasty as five sewers
A couple ice cubes in the glass, splash of Kahlúa
We get into shit, but I been the shit, man that's manure
I be lying if I said I wasn't attracting cougars
We f*cked with Ashanti on repeat, that shit was foolish
Shoutout my youngin Yim, I'm with the movers, I'm the coolest
Kept on my Rollie, she just tryna smoke me like I'm hookah
If that ain't your lady, then why you take her to the jeweler?
Don't embrace her like your shoota, couple Aces like my cooler
That Versace shirt smooth but I'm smoother
I'm Slick Rick without the patch, introduced her to my ruler, you my, yeah, you my (baby)
(You already know the vibe)
You my

When times got hard, you had ya boy with no stress
Love is a war, you got me out here with no vest
I be up all night, I ain't been getting no rest
I wish I had glasses to see what's under your dress
Baby give me yo best, I love how them jeans fit yo waistline
Courtside, they see us on the baseline
You turn me on every time we FaceTime
If you my baby, you gon' stay mine, you my (baby)

This ain't nothing they heard through the grapevine
They said if you love her, then you gon' make time
Even if she try to run, know I'm gon' chase mine
Disrespect that, I'm doin' federal or state time

You my (baby)
You my (baby)
Know you my baby

Survival

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Writer: David Brewster
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Alone

I can't leave you alone
You got me feenin' (feenin', feenin')
Got me going crazy

Yeah, yeah
I can't leave you alone (nah, nah)
You got me feenin'
And I'm thinking and I'm dreaming about your love (that's real)
Double cup how I'm drinkin' (yeah)
Oh girl you got me feenin' (what?)
Yes ma'am, come move into my palace (yeah)
Then let me change your address
I can't

I cannot leave you alone
She said, "Call me when you be alone"
42 I don't drink no Patron
I can't wait 'til I get you alone (you got me feenin')
I can't wait 'til you get out them clothes
Got your nails done and they matchin' your toes
I'm tryna be committed, ma
Just let me hit it before I get back on this road (oh yeah)
She text my phone say she all alone
And she got a room at the Westend (that's real)
I hope she got over that attitude
I tried to send a DM to her best friend (that's real)
She left my name at the front desk
Got an extra key when she checked in (oh, oh)
No panties on, only sweats (ooh, ooh)
I know we 'bout to make a mess (Oh, oh, yeah)
I don't wanna sound like I need you
But it's so hard to leave you alone
I was thirsty for the kill for real, it feel like I needed the bone
Two numbers just to keep in touch
It be so hard to keep up with phones (whoa, whoa, whoa)
It be so hard to get out my zone (whoa, whoa, whoa)
Three car garage and new key to my home
I like to f*ck her to Jodeci (yeah)
She down to ride if I gotta slide (yeah)
F*ck it I might let her go with me
Go put on some clothes you could roll with me (oh, oh)
This time I do not got the bro with me
She get on top of me, she started chokin' me
I guess she think she controllin' me
After we done, let her smoke with me (come on)

I can't leave you alone (leave you alone)
You got me feenin'
And I'm thinking and I'm dreaming about your love (that's real)
Double cup how I'm drinkin' (ooh, ooh)
Oh girl you got me feenin'
Yes ma'am, come move into my palace (my palace)
Then let me change your address (your address)

I can't leave you alone (leave you alone)
You got me feenin' (feenin', feenin')
And I'm drinkin', double cup thinkin' about your love

I hope she can see that I'm grown
Her body got me in the zone (can't leave her alone)
(The zone)
We ain't gotta speak on the phone (don't gotta speak on phone)
As soon as I see her it's on (can't leave her alone)
I like to look at it while I'm up in it, these lights we keeping 'em on
She got tired of sleepin' alone (alone)
On God I can't leave her alone (right)
I do not wanna leave her alone
Her body got me in the zone (can't leave her alone)
We ain't gotta speak on the phone
As soon as I see her it's on (can't leave her alone)
I like to look at it while I'm up in it, these lights we keeping 'em on
She got tired of sleepin' alone (alone)
On God I can't leave her alone
I can tell you never felt like this in your entire life
Let me get some pussy right before I go outside tonight
You look like you got some good head, you not Blac Chyna type
She not out here f*ckin', I can tell that 'nani extra tight
Pack your bag and catch a flight
Rub you down with oils, ain't no need for paramedics
'Cause you body gettin' stretched tonight
I ain't here to stress your life
I'm not the detective type (detective type)
You knew I was holdin' so don't act surprise, aight

I can't leave you alone (leave you alone)
You got me feenin'
And I'm thinking and I'm dreaming about your love (that's real)
Double cup how I'm drinkin' (I'm drinkin', ooh, ooh)
Oh girl you got me feenin' (feenin', that's real)
Yes ma'am, come move into my palace (my palace)
Then let me change your address (your address)

I can't leave you alone (leave you alone)
You got me feenin' (feenin', feenin')
And I'm drinkin', double cup thinkin' about your love

I can tell you never felt this in your entire life
Let me get some pussy right before I go outside tonight
You look like you got some good head, you not Blac Chyna type
She not out here f*ckin', I can tell that 'nani extra tight

I can't leave you alone
You got me feenin' (feenin', feenin')
Got me going crazy

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Writer: Benjamin Singh-Reynolds, David Brewster Jr., Donald DeGrate Jr., Dylan Graham, Jahmal Gwin, Omar Walker, Terry Troutman
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Everyday

(Did it)

I got this shit from the trap,
Few baggies, my pen, and my pad (few baggies)
I done got rich off of rap, you throw 'em
We sendin' 'em back (pop, pop, pop), that shit is a fact
My young boy ain't got no ID on 'em
He had to slip through the back (go in the back)
They took everything he had off his body
He thought he was lit 'cause he rap (take that off)
Gotta hustle, go get off your back
He broke, go get him a pack
I just blew 10 up in Saks (dimes)
F*ck cops, they kill if you black (f*ck the cops)
You might get a deal if you nice (you might)
Gelato I'm smokin' to give you the feelin'
You feel when you feel on a flight
Light up a blunt, go wheelie that bike
(This is our life)

This a lifestyle that we cherish everyday
Take a risk to count this cash in every way
If you lucky, bitch, then you just might get saved
Only thing my bucket list is I get paid
F*ck the coppers, you can't stop us like a train (nah)
Like a doctor, I got meds to heal my pain
Push start on my big ol' sport, you think I race
White star shine on me in the dark inside my Wraith

Got a plain Patek Phillipe and a plain Richard Mille (yeah)
Can't explain this shit I see (explain)
Switchin' lanes in a new V (skrr)
I just slain on that record, I done made it out the streets
Gotta licence this industry, so for free, me and Dave East
My name look like water, two hundred sittin' on a plain tee (yeah)
Rich my persona, I bought your bitch a new Wrangler Jeep (yeah)
Keep that stick on me, 'cause if they play, we gon' play for keeps
Back to back Royces, me and me
We the champs that they envy (champs)

I'm a cold P-I-M-P (cold)
I got hoes in the Benz Jeep
I smoke Oprah Winfrey
While my bro pumpin' *NSYNC (white)
The gas the color purple, sellin' white-boy like Nowitzki (white)
The cars is foreign like Ginobili
Shots burn your chest like whiskey (pow)

This a lifestyle that we cherish everyday
Take a risk to count this cash in every way
If you lucky, bitch, then you just might get saved
Only thing my bucket list is I get paid
F*ck the coppers, you can't stop us like a train (nah)
Like a doctor, I got meds to heal my pain
Push start on my big ol' sport, you think I race
White star shine on me in the dark inside my Wraith

Popular nigga, I'm not tryna start, this is not the beginning
These nigga is broke, I forgot to forget it
Sand in my toes, bitch, I'm tropical livin'
I try not to pay no attention, they probably gon' hate 'til I'm finished
F*ck it, as long as they pay me with interest
Bonkers, now I jump out Ranges that's tinted
Smile at them niggas, they hate when you grinnin' (cheese)
I got a Patek that I put on everyday (everyday)
I just watched you eat that bitch, how you not gay? (how you not gay)
I'm at the gun range just to practice on my aim (practice aim) (pow, pow, pow)
Bitch this crip, watch how I get rich, Gunna know my game

Please make your choices
Yes, I'm goin' bonkers, you f*ck with me
Once my mind made up, I'm pullin' up like the Grim Reaper
Since I like drippin', my swag is blue and that's all I see
Ain't no rap cappin', this lifestyle true, ain't no flaw in me

This a lifestyle that we cherish everyday
Take a risk to count this cash in every way
If you lucky, bitch, then you just might get saved
Only thing my bucket list is I get paid
F*ck the coppers, you can't stop us like a train (nah)
Like a doctor, I got meds to heal my pain
Push start on my big ol' sport, you think I race
White star shine on me in the dark inside my Wraith

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Writer: David Brewster, Steven Carless, Torrance Edmonds, Askia Fountain, Sergio Kitchens, Derrick Omondi Okoth
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Devil Eyes

Ay cuz, next nigga to disrespect will not be tolerated in the Dirt nigga
That's how you end up on a shirt, cuz
That's on 39th Street, nigga
Stay away from rats
F*ck a nigga mean, cuz, Dirt Gang

Before you shoot 'em, look 'em in his eyes
Introduce him to God, they ain't got shit to do with mines (amen)
Shit get real nasty, gotta move your mom
It was either become a body or go do some time
I knew a couple niggas, all they knew was crime (that's it)
Tryna disrespect the set is where we drew the line
Get killed, ask him what time it was when you knew the time
If Chet found a gun in the crib, he already knew it's mine (on God)
The President don't give a f*ck about the country (at all)
Them child support payments been f*ckin' up your monthly (damn)
It was hard to think in class knowin' you was hungry (starve)
Them bitches said you was trash just 'cause you was bummy
Chip on my shoulder, I felt a way about it
Opps caught me dolo, thought they had me, found my way up out it
You in the field, gotta walk through the streets, ain't no way around it
His mama lost her mind, she couldn't believe the way they found him

All through the ghetto we would terrorize
His closest nigga died, he ain't lettin' it slide (uh uh)
He pray to God but he been lookin' through the Devil eyes
He got his mask on so nobody could recognize (nobody)
I could paint a picture like I'm Basquiat (I can)
Every other day another body drop
Ain't nowhere to run if they surround the block (nowhere)
We up with the sun, trap around the clock

How to get down
All the niggas that got on before him taught him how to get down
Specialize in scorin', crack your crinown
Ridin' around in them foreigns, havin' they L out
Gotta make sure you covered up like a blanket or you gonna get covered up with a blanket
Can't be no fruitcake, you can't be no Edible Arrangement
Comin' up outta the region where we at (where we at)
Gotta be a lion, not a cat (not a cat)
They don't wanna listen, don't wanna learn (don't wanna learn)
They parents on yolo, they not concerned (they not concerned)
The cha cha, the cola, money I earned (money I earned)
The bakin', the soda, I flipped and turned
They might not thought I paid attention but I was listenin' (I was listenin')
My master bedroom bigger than the house I grew up in (grew up in)
Me, my bloods, my cousins, and my siblings (and my sibilings)
I don't trust nobody, I ain't got no friends (I ain't got no friends, beeotch)

All through the ghetto we would terrorize
His closest nigga died, he ain't lettin' it slide (uh uh)
He pray to God but he been lookin' through the Devil eyes
He got his mask on so nobody could recognize (nobody)
I could paint a picture like I'm Basquiat (I can)
Every other day another body drop
Ain't nowhere to run if they surround the block
We up with the sun, trap around the clock

Uh, FaceTime the snakey just to show the Drakey
You ever stripped a nigga naked off a naked lady?
Several cases on the gravel where they tackled dude
Eukanuba for the shooters, that's a bag of food
Ask his mama why he left, them niggas had to move
We hoppin' out, half of moons on a half a broom
Passes ain't permitted, ain't no passin' through
Unless you niggas tryna cop a Pacquiao or two
Run a demonstration for initiation
Suck a quarter for the litigated situation
Niggas show up at your mama's, know no limitation
When we was into stealin' foreigns, you was into stealin' bases
You niggas was ditchin' class, we was ditchin' agents
Big bro 'posed to be proud his little nigga made it
It's written on they faces, I could feel the hatred
F*ck the money, it get gully, nigga still a gangsta

All through the ghetto we would terrorize
His closest nigga died, he ain't lettin' it slide
He pray to God but he been lookin' through the Devil eyes
He got his mask on so nobody could recognize
I could paint a picture like I'm Basquiat
Every other day another body drop
Ain't nowhere to run if they surround the block
We up with the sun, trap around the clock
All through the ghetto we would terrorize
His closest nigga died, he ain't lettin' it slide
He pray to God but he been lookin' through the Devil eyes
He got his mask on so nobody could recognize
I could paint a picture like I'm Basquiat
Every other day another body drop
Ain't nowhere to run if they surround the block
We up with the sun, trap around the clock

Talk about the streets, talk about the struggle man
Yo listen man
Um, the streets, man, listen man, you gotta survive, you gotta learn how to hit every angle
Nah mean, in every different aspect and situation
You know what I'm sayin'?
My life in the streets, man, I'm a drug addict, I smoke crack cocaine
My name is, I was born and raised in 4015
12th Street, apartment 6B
My mother got life in prison for smoking crack
Unfortunately, I have become, or I just, you know, I lessened myself to smoke crack
Because, you know, I just wanted to smoke crack, be a bum
You know, I felt like that was cool, I don't know what I, what I was attracted to
But, I mean, I don't know
But, um, in the streets though you just gotta get it, man, you just gotta get it, man
Listen, money is cool, but you know, relationships is better
Man, I mean, I don't know, I steal from stores, man
I mean, I, I, I f*ckin', I don't know man
I just try, I just try man

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Writer: David Brewster, Timothy Patterson, Earl Stevens
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Night Shift

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Writer: Askia Fountain, David Brewster, Dominique Jones, Rasool Diaz, Shane Lindstrom, Steve Carless
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Wanna Be A G

Word, this that new shit, nigga
Dave East, Max Biggavel
F*ck you niggas talkin' 'bout, nigga?
Ain't ready for this shit, nigga
Y'all niggas ain't got this right here
Oh, oh, Lord
Oh, oh, oh, oh, Lord
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, Lord
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, Lord
Oh, Lord
Oh, oh, oh, Lord
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, Lord, Lord

Corner of his block, that's as far as he could see
Fiends in and out the spot
It been hard to go to sleep (pimpin' hard)
Shorty wanna be a G
Shorty wanna be a G (uh)
He ain't seen his pops, him and his momma hardly speak
The shit that he be goin' through,
You'll probably never see (oh, probably never see)
Shorty caught up in the streets (oh, caught up)
Shorty wanna be a G (uh)
He built for the hood, when it get dark he still could see
He tatted his homies on him 'cause most of them deceased
Pourin' out liquor for niggas he'll never see
F*ck a book, he'll rather catch a jux, he never read (might be a G)
Shorty wanna be a G, he ain't the one you wanna meet (no)
Dolo, he ain't never deep (never)

Shorty wanna be a G (oh, oh, oh)
Shorty wanna be a G (oh)
Corner of his block, that's as far as he could see (oh, oh, oh)
That's as far as he could see (oh Lord)

Alright
Couple spots he robbed, he ain't never got no job
(Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
Alright
(Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
Alright (let's do it)
(Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
Shorty wanna be a G (oh Lord)
(Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah) (ow)
Corner of his block, that's as far as he could see
The man on his block, that's all he wanna be
He came up on some guap and lost it all in a week
Just thinkin' 'bout his homies, lost 'em all in the streets (my niggas)
Shorty wanna be a G
If it ain't about money, don't wanna talk to you for free
He young but got the heart to be a G
He didn't put in pain
They know his name all through the streets (they know him)
He'll probably never change, he just wanna be a G (wanna be)
Shorty wanna be a G

Yeah
This shit smooth right here, East (that's all he know)
I'm doin' the unthinkable
This shit unprecedented right here
You already know Harlem niggas, how we do
Let's go

For the weekend, baby tried to charge me a G
She like the wave, so I got that down to a three
All she gotta do is touch and a nigga skeet
We rep this Harlem shit, me and my nigga East
Biggaveli you's a beast, alright
Yeah, real niggas, real music, real street
Street, feds watching out, feel heat
Niggas still cheatin', get a head start
Chip in, get your benefits
Niggas is ignorant, niggas inconsiderate
Niggas be into shit, but still go to jail
Can't stand the pressure, they f*ck around, they go and tell
But I don't shoot shade
Step back, shoot a fade
Marry the streets young, she toss up the bouquet
Bottle of D'usse, let's crusade
Nigga be jelly, they hate the Bigga, touche
Time out on the stove, momma out in the cold
Chain 300 thou', ridin' out in a Rolls
Seats all clean, feet all clean
In prison, I pedal smut, beat off king
He off Henny, he off lean
We all stick together, we all team, ow
Yeah, shout out to all my niggas
East, what's good?

Shorty wanna be a G
Shorty wanna be a G
Corner of his block, that's just as far as he could see
That's as far as he could see

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Writer: David Brewster, Charley Wingate
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
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Me and Mines

(It's gettin' kinda chilly, I shoulda put on my hoodie...)
Yeah
DJ Clue, Desert Storm
Dave East
We call this Survival
Shout to the east side, you know how we do
You know the vibes
Clue!

It was just me and my man tryna come up with a plan (How to get rich)
I had the weed, he had grams, let the shit dry with the fan (I'm in the mix)
It was just me and my man prayin' that we get a chance (To get off the block)
Wrap that shit up with Saran, keep a few hundreds in hand (Watch out for the cops)
We wasn't takin' no shorts, I'm not tryna make it to court, just me and my man
Don't ask what we pay in New York, we chargin' whatever we can, just me and my man
Watch for them cameras, we split up sandwiches
Almost got killed, just me and my man
The projects done damaged us
Give us a card and we scammin' it, handle it, me and my man
I got his back and he got mine, we wouldn't stop at a stop sign
I had the chrome, I am not lyin'
He touchin' stones like he rock climbin'
Just me and my man was tryna come up in world that love when you down
Just me and my man, he know I'ma answer the phone any time that he dial
If we get into it, we shoot the fade
He know if I'm not in the mood today
If they try me, he gon' shoot away
Couple opps dropped, I think two today
Just me and my man, we get on our bullshit, you and your mother gon' move away
Just me and my man, we hidin', we slidin' on niggas, ain't got shit to do today
We used to wear the same clothes, we even f*cked the same hoes, just me and my man (On God)
We had came up on some paper, so I took a trip to Jamaica (I needed a tan)
Now we coppin' Prada together, we used to be robbin' together (They seen us and ran)
We took it, no gettin' it back
We used to split up them packs (Thought I was the man, shout to that Power Block, 1-2-5, I see y'all)
(I thought I was the motherf*ckin' man)
It was just me and my man
I told him that we could get rich, we just gotta stick to the plan (Heart of 55th and Polo Grounds)
He never told on me
He never ran, just me and my man (Shout to Wagner)

Just me and my bitch
She fell in love with the dick
She'll even smuggle a brick, just me and my bitch
Chanel and Fendi her fits, that bag, she spendin' that shit, just me and my bitch
So bad she could win an award, just me and my bitch
We take a trip when we bored, cop everything in the store, just me and my bitch
She hold my gun in her purse, me and her been through the worst, just me and my bitch (Clue)
I told her how to get hundreds in, I even told her my government
I told her the right way to suck a dick
Told her stay away from sucker shit
Just me and bitch in the drop, she listen to Biggie and Pac (She one of the realist)
She knows I got hoes on my top, she can't wait for my shit to drop (She not in her feelings)
I wake up all in her mouth, got ass like she from the south (I'm not tryna chill)
I hit it all on the couch, don't know what she talkin' about (Like, "How do it feel?")
To be with a nigga that's real
We don't be poppin' no pills, just me and my bitch
Christian or Prada her heels, she call me when I'm in the field, "Let's meet at The Ritz"
Might have to AP her wrist, I love when she naked in pics (My bitch is the shit)
Niggas shoot shots and they miss, she fly when it's not an event, just me and my bitch (My bitch)
She don't get nervous if I tell her ride with the stick, she just tryna find out how to get rich
She ain't really tryna hop in no pics
Pussy good, got me coppin' her shit
Just me and my bitch in the coupe, we get low
Just me and my bitch, we be doin' the most
Yeah, that's my bitch, I'm like, "Who wanna know?"
Just me and my bitch (World Famous DJ Clue)

Just me and my gun, I never needed to run (Never)
We used to keep it for fun (Uh, Desert Storm)
I ain't need no homies around me
It was just me and my gun
I got it on me, you need me to come
If I pull it out when they see me, they done
Just me and my gun
I bought some bullets to load it with
I feel violated, I'm blowin' it
Ain't ask him for it 'cause I'm holdin' it
I keep it tucked, I ain't showin' it
Just me and my gun, a couple dollars, and some weed, all I need on the run
Threw a shot at his stomach and if he survive it, he gon' probably need a lung
It's not a doctor alive could bring you back, never seen it get done
Just me and my gun, had a body on it, bought it as cheap as they come
Our guns change like the weather can
I just pray that they don't never jam (I pray)
.40 on me, no stage fright, catch him late night, David Letterman
Just me and my gun, I wanted to roll, but I really just needed a blunt (Light up)
Where I'm from, gotta keep you a gun
You never been chased 'til your sneakers is done? (Run)
Niggas'll come for you in your dreams, so you gotta sleep with a gun
It's on me like a tat, niggas love to rat, so it's just me and my gun

I don't need none of these niggas around me (DJ Clue, Dave East)
My daughter and my gun, nigga (Stupid...)
I'm good

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Daddy Knows

Kairi, you know you about to be on my album?
Yeah
Do you know that, hmm?
Yeah
I love you
I love you, dada, I love you, dada
Well we gotta make the music right here
Okay
Make the music right here and then you play the piano
Okay

Daddy's arm is like a turnstile
All these women, women
Daddy packs his bills up real high
Through the ceiling, ceiling
I don't ask no question, ask no why
I just listen, listen
Daddy's arm is like a turnstile
All these women, women

Ain't nothing cooler than being your dad
I could be mad at the world, soon as I see you, I'm glad
For you, I go hard, can't tell me, Dave, you need to relax
Daddy chasing a bag
When I don't get to see you, it's wack
I see my eyes when I look in your eyes
I see my nose when I look at your nose
I can feel you in my soul
Feel like I knew you forever, you only two years old
Your father love you, no matter the stories you get told
I was there the day you came out your moms
So small, could fit your face in my palm
I used to pray you was strong
You got my last name, you my earth, a goddess, a queen
The same month you was born I stopped drinking lean
I see the world different
Just me and my little girl chilling
Violate, I'll make the world feel it
When Nas made that song about daughters, ain't know the lyrics
You was born, yet now I'm listening, I can feel it, word

Daddy's arm is like a turnstile
All these women, women
Daddy packs his bills up real high
Through the ceiling, ceiling
I don't ask no question, ask no why
I just listen, listen
Daddy's arm is like a turnstile
All these women, women

Ain't nothing better than knowin' you mines
I see your face on FaceTime and I know why I grind
It was the 9th of March, never been so nervous in my life
I mean, I'm from the hood where niggas gettin' murdered over dice
What kind of daddy would I be?
I done sold drugs, been in jail, been denied bail, with my homie hoping he don't tell
I never changed a diaper before, I helped Ayeshia with Jameer but that was light, he a boy
Little girls is the future of our world
Can't impress with just diamonds or some pearls, my daughter gotta be thorough
You half Puerto-Rican, half black
I trade it all for you before I write my last rap
When you get older, I'll tell you how I stashed packs
And tucked weed in my socks and had to flee from the cops
But forget that, I'd rather teach you 'bout independence
And how the world is yours and you don't need nobody in it, word

Daddy's arm is like a turnstile
All these women, women
Daddy packs his bills up real high
Through the ceiling, ceiling
I don't ask no question, ask no why
I just listen, listen
Daddy's arm is like a turnstile
All these women, women

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What You Mad At

Yeah, yeah, yo

I'm sick of all these directional-ass rappin'-ass niggas (uh, yo)

You know what I'm sayin'?

You got West in the shit, now we got this East nigga (yo, yo, you, you hatin')

Get the f*ck outta here, man, for real (Dave East is hot, he hot)

What kind of shit is this, man? (He hot, son, Harlem nigga, I f*ck with 'em)

I'ma get my own rappers, nigga (yeah) like Mike North or somethin', you know what I'm sayin'?

Down South Black or somethin', you know what I mean?

These directional-ass niggas (ah, nigga, you ain't got no money, nigga, Nas signed 'em, for real)

Man, I don't give a f*ck, man, who cares, man? (Yeah, he hot, he Def Jam, for real)

He ain't signed no basketball team, nigga, the nigga 6'4", nigga (ah, you a hater, bitches like that)

Sign 'em to the CBA or somethin', nigga (for real)

This rap shit is over, man, for real, man, for real (aw, nah, nah, nah)

I'm angry, I'm angry (why you mad, son?)

I'm just sayin', son, my shit is still Stanley steamin', you know what I'm sayin'?

I'm still the Johnniest of 'em all, fam

This nigga here, man, I don't even get it, I just

I'm mad, son, I'm mad

Tell me, what the f*ck is you mad at?

I came up from nothin' and got it, f*ck is you mad at?

I never got to see it, I need it, I never had that

We all go the same twenty-four hours, what you mad at?

Tell me, what the f*ck is you mad at?

I came up from nothin' and got it, f*ck is you mad at?

I never got to see it, I need it, I never had that

We all go the same twenty-four hours, what you mad at?

You never went to school with weapons in your backpack

Walkin' through the halls like, "Yeah, I had that"

I'm just tryna backtrack and understand what these niggas so mad at

Tryna cop a dime, I ain't had five, I couldn't match that

My waist was where the strap usually was stashed at

A boss gon' put that paper on your shit, bump like a snapback

You never was my man, reach out your hand, I ain't gon' dap that

You hate me, but you see me, like, "Yo, Dave, get on my Snapchat"

I never wanted to be like you niggas, always looked past that

So eager, nobody knew me neither, f*ck you so mad at?

I could still slide through the spots that I used to trap at

I was taught to get it and ask, "The f*ck is the cash at?"

Tell me, what the f*ck is you mad at?

I came up from nothin' and got it, f*ck is you mad at?

I never got to see it, I need it, I never had that

We all go the same twenty-four hours, what you mad at?

Tell me, what the f*ck is you mad at?

I came up from nothin' and got it, f*ck is you mad at?

I never got to see it, I need it, I never had that

We all go the same twenty-four hours, what you mad at?

This shit is more than entertainment

My daughter got me changin', keep my lawyer on retainer

Nobody knew my name, I was performin' like I'm famous

So far from the top, but I still saw it from the basement

The shit I spoke about is embedded, you can't erase it

Had never drove a foreign before, I just want to race it

How you plan to hit the next level? Don't know the basics

I talk to God then talk to the devil, my life is dangerous

(Survival)

I know why you mad, nigga

I know why you mad

I know why you mad, nigga

I know why you mad

I know why you mad

I know why you mad, nigga

I made gold out of trash, nigga

I only hit the club for a bag, nigga

I know why you mad, nigga

Misery love company, will not be no sad nigga

Born with it, I act just like my dad, nigga

Pack flipper, no ass-kisser, I'm that nigga

They don't love you 'til you die, you can keep your congrats, nigga

Look you dead in your eye, can't disguise that you're mad, nigga

This life been hard, we ain't have many reasons to laugh, nigga

Put your work in, the NBA don't just draft niggas

Lead and never follow, go create your own path, nigga

Fresh out the cell to a V12, blow right past niggas

I worked too hard to be a broke-ass nigga

Lost with no hope ass-nigga

Ran out of favors, so just don't ask, nigga

Don't ask me shit you know you won't ask Jigga

I was on Hov Ave bitter

Face unfamiliar, I don't know that nigga

If it ain't pressure, I don't roll that, nigga

You live off throwback pictures

Reminiscin' on the times when you had it

Talkin' how you had a Benz and you survived when you crashed it

Scared? Go to church or see who read the bible the fastest

The youth lost, they won't acknowledge a master

They just reply to you faster

Everybody used to go but I ran out of them passes

Surrounded by ghosts and I don't know Casper

I know why you mad, I'm about to own all of my masters

Canada, I'm comin' soon, I'm tryna glow up my passport

This is me, build a empire and we can split the fee

I ain't charge 'em, I was gettin' shit for free

Regardless, I'ma eat

I know why you mad, nigga

It's funny what the money do, just know that I laugh, nigga

I know why you mad

I know why you mad, nigga

I know why you mad

I know why you mad

I know why you mad, nigga

I know why you mad

Yeah, simple math

They got the bitches, they got the money, they got the cars, they got the crib

They travelin' 'round the world, they smokin' that exotic

Shit, if I was you, I'd be mad, too

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On Sight

As soon as I see you

And you know I'm gon' need that, on sight (let's work)
On sight (let's work), on sight (let's work)
Yeah, I gotta have it, on sight (talk to me)
On sight (talk to me), on sight (talk to me)
Say she want it, on sight (let's work)
On sight (let's work), on sight (let's work)
I'ma let her have it, on sight (talk to me)
On sight (let's work), on sight, yeah, yeah (talk to me)

I've been lit the whole night
I got my gun in the club, I don't wanna fight (at all)
JFK in the morning, I got a long flight (gone)
Shawty a freak, she should be on a porn site
I'ma make this left when niggas goin' right (skrrt)
Soon as we leave this spot, she know that it's on sight
I can't even lie, I come from a hard life (hard)
I always got it cheaper, I ain't payin' y'all price (nah)
Foreign creep at night, automatic fog lights
F*ck her so good, she can't even walk right (ah)
All black hoodie on, but it's Off-White (Virgol)
I don't give no money out, I give 'em all pipe
Looking at me funny, now they gon' be alright
It ain't Rugs Weekend but I pulled up all white
Them drugs got you tweaking, we see you, it's on sight
I ain't text her back the whole weekend, she wan' fight

And you know I'm gon' need that, on sight (let's work)
On sight (let's work), on sight (let's work)
Yeah, I gotta have it, on sight (talk to me)
On sight (talk to me), on sight (talk to me)
Say she want it, on sight (let's work)
On sight (talk to me), on sight (let's work)
I'ma let her have it, on sight (let's work)
On sight (less talk), on sight, yeah, yeah (let's work)

I wonder when I'm gone, do she miss me?
Or do she miss that 1942 or that Henny?
All around the city, they know me for gettin' busy
Patek dancing like Diddy
Rolling cookies to Biggie
Camera lights on me, fresh like it's prom night (prom night)
Opps in a tinted, handle business on sight
I told 'em I don't get caught up chasing the wrong life
You can't be out here gambling, shooting the wrong dice
You can riff all you want to, trip when I come through
Strip when them ones through
I'm just here to f*ck you
I'ma always want you when nobody want you
I'm so hot now, just tryna see what that tongue do
She shows up as soon as I showed up
Neck and wrist already got ice, I don't need no cuff
I don't play the bar, on the couch is where we post up
Your wife got some pics on her phone she'll never post up

And you know I'm gon' need that, on sight (let's work)
On sight (let's work), on sight (let's work)
Yeah, I gotta have it, on sight (talk to me)
On sight (talk to me), on sight (talk to me)
Say she want it, on sight (on sight)
On sight (talk to me), on sight (let's work)
I'ma let her have it, on sight (on sight)
On sight (on sight), on sight, yeah, yeah

Let's work, let's work, lets work
On sight, on sight, talk to me

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The Marathon Continues (Nipsey Tribute)

That's why I called my thing The Marathon
Because I, I'm not gon' lie and portray, um, this ultimate poise
Like I been had it figured out
Nah, I just didn't quit
That's the only distinguishing quality
From me and probably whoever else is goin' through this or
Went through this, or is gonna go through this
Is that I ain't quit
I went through every emotion
I went through every emotion with tryna pursue what I'm doing
You know what I mean?
And I think that what, what's gon' separate whoever's gon' try to go for something is that
You ain't gon' quit
That's, you know, you really gon' take the stance of
I'ma die behind what I'm gettin' at right here
(You are now listenin' to AraabMUZIK)

Your voice keep playin' in my head
Don't wanna believe you dead
No way that no nigga killed you
I know that's not what I read, Goddamn Nip
We was both rollin' but you was really my man Nip
You made me proud to tell the whole world I'm a damn Crip
This marathon gon' continue, nigga I can't quit
This marathon gon' continue, nigga I can't quit
This marathon gon' continue, nigga I can't quit

I can still hear you screamin' "Neighborhood"
Dirt Gang when you would see me, why they hate on cuz
I just sent you a song, was waitin' on your verse
We was doin' a tape together, they ain't know your worth
Nobody told me after Freaky died it's gon' get worse
They ain't understand your vision
You spoke for all them nights I was hungry, we shake in prison
But they just hate you did it
I asked you how to start a clothing line, you had me out on Slauson
Blue Laces was my shit, the blueprint to bein' bosses
You created that
Remember when you played that beat for Clarity?
You gave out so much free game that shit was charity
You was at my birthday, my mama asked me about you
She used to ask what my shirt say, "Ma, this is Crenshaw"
I'm supportin' my brother, reminding me of myself
Motivated me from the gutter, invited me to your videos
I was smokin' Marathon OG with you
Every time I touched down in LA I wanted to meet with you
Me and Red smokin' flight right in the parkin' lot
Fatts had me in the store puttin' me a pack together
I'ma listen to your raps forever
On the real, f*ck how they feel Victory Lap was better
South Central ain't never gon' feel the same
You got me scared cuz, it ain't too many of us left
"Go get that bread cuz." That's what you said before you left
We used to joke how we ain't nothin' like these rap niggas
Told me stay dangerous, don't let 'em see you react nigga
I called your phone cryin' laughin', when you slapped that nigga
You just told me "Congrats East, I heard you actin', nigga"
They killin' kings, I no longer wanna chat with niggas
If I could ask God for something just give me back my niggas
If I could ask God for something just give me back my niggas
Neighborhood

Damn, Nip! It's amazing homie
Since you've been gone, you wouldn't believe all the shit that's going on
I drove through your neighborhood the other day
And I seen some Eight Tray Gangstas, some Hoovers, some Bounty Hunters
I seen brothers from everywhere, man
Showin' love, all in your memory
Man, your legacy will live on
Your legacy will live on, nephew
The Marathon Continues
Nipsey Hussle the leader, the father, the brother, the teacher, the king, the God
Live on! Neighborhood
Live on! Live on!

If I could ask God for something just give me back my niggas

Survival

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Writer: David Brewster, Abraham Orellana
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Royalty Network, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Songtrust Ave
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