Lyrics:
up and buy all my niggas time pieces
In my hotel, been abused by some bad bitches
Ever since I was way younger I've been had this vision
Now I'm in
get a bag when you get back home (hundred racks)
When you get back home (yeah)
Skeet off and hop in the dually (yeah, skrrt, skrrt)
Airin' it out,
don't worry
'Cause I'm right here, right here, right, I'm right home, right here, I feel it
'Cause I'm a picker
And I'm a grinner
And I'm a lover
Looking like a nice guy, 'til I take your motherfucking wi-fi
And torrent every single song in my library
Then I drive by very fucking high by everybody
Back home, back roads got smoke
Back then I hoped more hoes had jokes
Took notes from goats, goat throats took souls
9 lives, pussy cat
8 times gimme
mic check, mic check
We gon' do some acapella shit before we get back to-
All my niggas listen, listen to this:
I promised Dave I'd never use
(Fuck 'em)
And I'm doing this for my uncle he always had my back (Always)
Anybody Fuck with him get that rat-tat-tat (Brrt)
I'm a nigga from Chiawelo
back (always)
Anybody fuck with him get that rat-tat-tat (brrt)
I'm a nigga from Chiawelo bitch I rat-tat-tat (brrt)
These bitches love me because I
Everywhere they know I'm the stig
So when I skrr skrr
Man turn off the traction
When I fish this back end out
With things in the car
Jakes can not catch mi
Get
This a Leekeleek banger
There's a power of pressure Dave
Tomorrow ain't promised
Holiday season, it's Karma 2 nigga, ain't no going back
I lost
London where them boys die by the hundreds
No one taught us how to mourn, so we go print 'em on our jumpers
Back when Megan had the TT, hood dreams
to save the
Day for nightmare cinema show me the way to get back home again
Running forward
Falling back
Spinning round and round
Looking outward
gone
Murder, I'ma pray that I make it back home
Dump dead, Q feel everything gone
Dave dead, I just want everybody gone
Late-night blues
em down with the black mag
Went to jail came home
Back in my bag
You niggas broke
Ima always get the last laugh
Fuck his bitch give her back
Got him
went from ashy elbows, to loungin on Melrose
Stayin in the best suites for weeks
In (?) sheets, alone while you cryin at home
By the phone, hopin I'll
Have 'em coming back for mo' girls
Visualizing the realism of life and actuality
Various managers coming up talking
'bout they got me
But really they
the strings
If it's ye long
LAMONICA
One for the block
Two for the drop
Three for the trap
Live from Marvin's home
Let's go
Let's get it on let's get it
it's ye long
LAMONICA
One for the block
Two for the drop
Three for the trap
Live from Marvin's home
Let's go
Let's get it on let's get it on
KID from
ain't legal
But I brought it home anyway
So fuck the cops, we breaking rules
Light the blunt up and get fucked up, yeah, yeah
Light the joint up
If they wanna talk back then a pussy get clipped
Click pow yuh pipe down yuh bitch
Try and step to me then its bullets to your clique
Buh boom yuh wipe
showing everyone it's okay
For rap to be just a lil bit mixed in the middle
Like Jay, Biggie and Nas
Dave East, #metoo: play
The game is tested by these
an early grave
Got me working all the night shifts
Just cos Dave has gone away
Ayyy
Its gone 10
That I finally get home
The kids sleeping
From the evening
When I get back home when I get back home
Looking out the window on the plane
Rain dripping on the windows to my soul
Three years now that I been
Caribbean Dreamin’-To Joanie and her dad, Dave for inviting this 18 year-old hayseed to a holiday at Dave’s retirement home in Christ Church,
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