Top Songs By Dave East
Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Dave East
Rap
Young Chris
Rap
Cruch Calhoun
Rap
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
David Brewster
Songwriter
Christopher Francis Ries
Songwriter
Jerae Prather
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
FTD
Producer
John Sparkz
Mastering Engineer
Lyrics
[Intro]
Uh, uh
C, what up, ****?
Uh, yeah, yeah
[Verse 1]
Sold downs for ten dollars, you short, I would take eight cash
Me and cousin Pooh was shiesty, way before the face mask
Dirty youngins', look like we ain't take baths
**** take shahadas, catch a body 'fore they break fast, Stefflon
Black Escalades back-to-back behind the Aston Martin (Skrrt)
Lookin' for me, I'm never hard to find, I'm always back in Harlem
Troublesome, I'm like Tupac Shakur, the type to ask for problems
Hard to be a five heartbeat when you a alcoholic
Razor blade before the Glock, it was a gemstar
I ain't have no wheels that night, find me in my friend car
I just need a address, got a package I can send far (Send it)
Concrete all in my DNA, ****, I been hard
Bullets hot, burnt his skin off, blow it and spin off (Uh)
Aimed it at his nose and knocked his chin off, like, keep ya head up (Keep it up)
I'm used to salad, y'all **** don't spit no lettuce
I'm in a minivan with three berettas
Seein' East, don't see no better (See)
Cuzzo doin' time, it got him blind, can't even read no letters (Blind)
CashApp him for his commissary, hope he eatin' better
[Chorus]
Make sure you know the difference, we don't be with them
Cuzzo went rogue, but then he told, we'll never speak again
Took so many losses, feel like it's 'bout time we see a win
We just wanna win, yeah, we just wanna win
[Verse 2]
Brother in them county blues, cousin in a metal suit
From ocean views to the Fontainebleau
To wakin' up back on the count with (Ooh)
Whenever the love change, it turn into blood stains
I hustle in the mud, rain, quadruple when the plug came
Straight rock, we don't cut 'caine, J. Hoffa, what up, Dame?
New Range like two and some change, doin' like two and some change
Pure codeine, take me a ten for the pain, I can't be dependent on fame
Wesley Snipes on the mulah train
Finna take time, ****, move out, bang (Move out, bang)
Packin' my luggage, like fuck it, I'm doin' this shit with no budget (Yeah)
Whole city is covered, PJs love us
Glocks under seats, shoot like PJ Tucker (Boom)
Pussy, your shooters get hit
Treatin' this shit like we movin' the brick
Lockin' it down and we movin' ya strip (Woo)
At it again, I just flew in a flip (Good shit)
Shoot 'til arugula sit
Big TEC with air hoes
AK's and the uzi with tits (Rrah)
Let's make a movie with this (****)
[Chorus]
Make sure you know the difference, we don't be with them
Cuzzo went rogue, but then he told, we'll never speak again
Took so many losses, feel like it's 'bout time we see a win
We just wanna win, yeah, we just wanna win
[Outro]
We just wanna win, ****
Written by: Christopher Francis Ries, David Brewster, Jerae Prather