Dave East - XXL Freshman Freestyle: Dave East lyrics

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Dave East - XXL Freshman Freestyle: Dave East lyrics

Everybody keep tellin me make a club record You ain't trappin' no more, stop makin' drug records n***a you just had a daughter, stop makin' thug records I brought that money back fast, I had the plug flexin' Welcome to Harlem, El Barrio, that's the drug section Hit your b**h with my jeans on, they makin' love naked I got love for my local, but I know cuz reckless I ain't gotta sleep in the projects, I did enough stressin' My father was a rollin' stone, but taught me one lesson Do your dirt by yourself, your friends be the ones tellin' I know it broke my mother heart to see her son sellin' I had coke in my dresser, trifling as ever had a dream Biggie featured me on life after I be with my same n***as I don't really like rappers n***as can't make a song for nothin' but they nice actors Go and get a movie role Low baggin' up tuna rolls Raw sh** I come from a block where you seen it but never saw sh** I be at the juice bar, my wheat gra** and bark sh** My youngin' just came from up north, he tryna pop sh** Tryna teach him somethin' bout life and how we started Lower cla** poverty, homies from jail callin' me Playin' a number every day but never hit the lottery Liquor store on the corner, might as well get drunk I remember that free lunch, wasn't shootin we would jump, stump n***as like the end of a blunt Trap slowed up, I told papi I got 'em by the end of the month I was thinkin' bout 5 50's with the cinnamon guts These shots will blow your mind away, now your memory dust In memory of, I got a J.F. Kennedy buzz Presidential, call Enterprise, I need another rental Tryna take a package down to North Carolina Maybe buy some Ferragamo, I'm so focused on these commas If you never been broke it's gon' be hard to feel me Only a log in my vote, it's gon' be hard to k** me They say practice make perfect, we at it every day I'm thinking 'bout that consignment, sometimes I never paid It was written, I'm gifted, homie come learn something Conversations 'bout paper, baby come burn something East side