[Intro: Dave East]
You know
[Verse 1: Dave East]
I played the water like Navy Seals
Honda Accord drivin', tryna see how this Mercedes feel
M&Ms with no Shady deal (No)
Monclers with millions, couple grand made in the same building (Same building)
Sixth floor, auntie Barbara made greens every Thanksgiving (Uh)
Now the interior cranberry sauce (Cranberry)
Sports, drugs, and entertainment, just like Cam used to talk
Cameras flashin’
Every movie you see me like Samuel Jackson (See me)
Sold the club Pelles, hit a lick, me and my man was matchin' (Matchin')
Can’t imagine all the hours spеnt tryna do right, we seen it wrong (Wrong)
We paid for white, got brown sugar, but ain't see Nia Long (I ain't see hеr)
Gallery Department camouflage, shit look like Vietnam (Uh-huh)
Me and Vibe smoking out a Porsche, shit look like Cheech and Chong
[Verse 2: Jim Jones]
Capo
Wrote RIP the same day we lost Betty White
I bought Chrissy the Porsche and of course we named it Betty White (Facts)
It's back to Chanel, eating Prime 112 every night
And if we really gotta get there, well, shit, we catch a jet tonight
I'm from where bang, stop, and shoot first, if you lose, then you bet it twice (Shoot it back)
Up a couple of mil', but I'm still ducking fedy life (Watch the phone)
It's feeling like they tryna catch me up like Fetty Wap
It’s not smelly, but you know this thing of ours ain’t gon' never stop (Murder, what’s up?)
Up in Harlem, they was slinging powder up on every block (12)
They was whipping that ready rock, boy, you'd think that shit was Betty Crock (We outside)
They try to slander my name, even make up that fake paperwork
I felt grandma's pain, I sold 'caine when she went straight to work (Whip it)
With everything that I been through, I still don’t harbor feelings
In Miami, when you spin through, you might catch me in Bal Harbour chillin' (It's facts)
I am having that shit on was a person
Ripping up them tickets in front the pigs while I'm cursin' (Fuck the cops)
Bonnie and Clyde, Chrissy'll put that cig in her Birkin
If we do collide, then somebody gon' die when that cig get to jerkin', we workin'
[Interlude: Maino]
This is part of the workout, come on (Yeah)
Ayy (Yeah, yeah)
[Verse 3: Maino]
I grew up just a block away from hell
Couple keys away from jail
The ghetto had us trapped, find a way out, needed bail
Lord forgive us, but we tryin'
These young niggas lost and these rap niggas dying
While I'm out here wearin' diamonds
And I'm startin' to feel guilty
It's pressure in my city
I bought Rollies, I got drunk, push Bentleys through my city
Success in my circle, twenty Benzes in my circle
Over here, boy, it's just a family matter, it's never Urkel
There's pain in my bars, in my days, I been scarred
Had my dreams in that pot with that soda, whip it hard
Never stays the way it was
And it hurts when you gotta kill a nigga that you love
But you do it out of love
[Interlude: Fabolous]
If we gon' do it out of love, we gotta slow it down a little bit
Catch a vibe with it
You gotta love slow out here (Shit crazy)
Can't be loving too fast (Yeah)
I know what I like though
[Verse 4: Fabolous]
I like a nice little vibe (Yeah), white Nikes in my size (Yeah)
I like cars that talk back, I'm Michael Knight with the rides
I like ice on the front (Ooh), I like ice on the sides (Ooh)
So niggas talking sideways get some ice in they eyes (See me, nigga?)
I like the pizza recipe, not a slice of the pies (For real)
The hatin' came with the chicken like a Sprite and some fries (For real)
Crib got like four wings, no rice on the side (No carbs)
I feel like they money low, not my price is too high (It ain't me)
But enough about what I like, what you niggas hating on? (Uh)
The real niggas that ain't tryna put a fake one on (Uh)
The go getters who went and got what you was waiting on (Uh)
The real sliders who been around that been skating long (Woo)
Keeping shit in line (Yeah), keep that shit in mind (Yeah)
Fit lit, going up, all that shit incline (It's up)
I want it all and I'll get all that shit in time (Get all that)
My favorite lie is when she tell me that that shit is mine (Heard you)
You know
[Verse 1: Dave East]
I played the water like Navy Seals
Honda Accord drivin', tryna see how this Mercedes feel
M&Ms with no Shady deal (No)
Monclers with millions, couple grand made in the same building (Same building)
Sixth floor, auntie Barbara made greens every Thanksgiving (Uh)
Now the interior cranberry sauce (Cranberry)
Sports, drugs, and entertainment, just like Cam used to talk
Cameras flashin’
Every movie you see me like Samuel Jackson (See me)
Sold the club Pelles, hit a lick, me and my man was matchin' (Matchin')
Can’t imagine all the hours spеnt tryna do right, we seen it wrong (Wrong)
We paid for white, got brown sugar, but ain't see Nia Long (I ain't see hеr)
Gallery Department camouflage, shit look like Vietnam (Uh-huh)
Me and Vibe smoking out a Porsche, shit look like Cheech and Chong
[Verse 2: Jim Jones]
Capo
Wrote RIP the same day we lost Betty White
I bought Chrissy the Porsche and of course we named it Betty White (Facts)
It's back to Chanel, eating Prime 112 every night
And if we really gotta get there, well, shit, we catch a jet tonight
I'm from where bang, stop, and shoot first, if you lose, then you bet it twice (Shoot it back)
Up a couple of mil', but I'm still ducking fedy life (Watch the phone)
It's feeling like they tryna catch me up like Fetty Wap
It’s not smelly, but you know this thing of ours ain’t gon' never stop (Murder, what’s up?)
Up in Harlem, they was slinging powder up on every block (12)
They was whipping that ready rock, boy, you'd think that shit was Betty Crock (We outside)
They try to slander my name, even make up that fake paperwork
I felt grandma's pain, I sold 'caine when she went straight to work (Whip it)
With everything that I been through, I still don’t harbor feelings
In Miami, when you spin through, you might catch me in Bal Harbour chillin' (It's facts)
I am having that shit on was a person
Ripping up them tickets in front the pigs while I'm cursin' (Fuck the cops)
Bonnie and Clyde, Chrissy'll put that cig in her Birkin
If we do collide, then somebody gon' die when that cig get to jerkin', we workin'
[Interlude: Maino]
This is part of the workout, come on (Yeah)
Ayy (Yeah, yeah)
[Verse 3: Maino]
I grew up just a block away from hell
Couple keys away from jail
The ghetto had us trapped, find a way out, needed bail
Lord forgive us, but we tryin'
These young niggas lost and these rap niggas dying
While I'm out here wearin' diamonds
And I'm startin' to feel guilty
It's pressure in my city
I bought Rollies, I got drunk, push Bentleys through my city
Success in my circle, twenty Benzes in my circle
Over here, boy, it's just a family matter, it's never Urkel
There's pain in my bars, in my days, I been scarred
Had my dreams in that pot with that soda, whip it hard
Never stays the way it was
And it hurts when you gotta kill a nigga that you love
But you do it out of love
[Interlude: Fabolous]
If we gon' do it out of love, we gotta slow it down a little bit
Catch a vibe with it
You gotta love slow out here (Shit crazy)
Can't be loving too fast (Yeah)
I know what I like though
[Verse 4: Fabolous]
I like a nice little vibe (Yeah), white Nikes in my size (Yeah)
I like cars that talk back, I'm Michael Knight with the rides
I like ice on the front (Ooh), I like ice on the sides (Ooh)
So niggas talking sideways get some ice in they eyes (See me, nigga?)
I like the pizza recipe, not a slice of the pies (For real)
The hatin' came with the chicken like a Sprite and some fries (For real)
Crib got like four wings, no rice on the side (No carbs)
I feel like they money low, not my price is too high (It ain't me)
But enough about what I like, what you niggas hating on? (Uh)
The real niggas that ain't tryna put a fake one on (Uh)
The go getters who went and got what you was waiting on (Uh)
The real sliders who been around that been skating long (Woo)
Keeping shit in line (Yeah), keep that shit in mind (Yeah)
Fit lit, going up, all that shit incline (It's up)
I want it all and I'll get all that shit in time (Get all that)
My favorite lie is when she tell me that that shit is mine (Heard you)
( Jim Jones )
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