Dave East - Ain't Goin' lyrics

[Intro: Dave East & DJ Holiday] Goin' back to being broke I had roaches in my crib God bless Holiday season I ain't goin' back to being broke (not me, not me) I ain't goin' back to being broke (not me, not me) [Chorus: Dave East] I ain't goin' back to being broke I had roaches in my crib, sticks and c's all in my smoke I had n***as jealous of me 'fore I ever had to gloat Eviction notice on the door, my bed was on the floor Oh lord, I ain't going back to being broke Wake up, going trap was all we know Make a couple racks, go get some more Break it down and vacuum seal the smoke [Verse 1: Dave East] Woke up, snatched my pistol out the couch n***as just robbed the connect Get your sh**, we gotta bounce We was almost grabbing P's We was gettin' it by the ounce So, I took a trip down south We put up enough to get a house sh** got hot and we got out Back up top, I need a block [??] get cooked, just need a pot You say you got work, I don't need it now I'm in a drop and I'm speedin' (skrt) Talking police, I don't see them now I got the Glock for no reason (no reason) It's hard to tell who be scheming now I ain't going back to selling smoke I ain't going back to selling pills Loaded weapon in my coat Now I'm somewhere in the hills Private jet, Givenchy clothes Need some Fronto, I could roll sh**, I'm counting, got me cold (ice cold) [Chorus: Dave East] I ain't goin' back to being broke I had roaches in my crib, sticks and c's all in my smoke I had n***as jealous of me 'fore I ever had to gloat Eviction notice on the door, my bed was on the floor Oh lord, I ain't going back to being broke Wake up, going trap was all we know Make a couple racks, Holiday Season go get some more Break it down and vacuum seal the smoke [Verse 2: Trouble] Ayy, I bought them in the back, the slums is where I come from Rats and roaches, Henny toasting ease the pain to keep calm I picked up the pistol before I ever picked up a pack Turned up by the streets then I went turned out the snakes How deep is that, I'ma tell ya Pop was always in and out, same way as my trap, yeah Doors swinging, n***as banging, that .40 still on my lap, don't need your hoe Put fan that verse in Be about your pimp Never thought you'd see my bloods united, thugging with all these neighbours We're talking crips, real drip Whenever you see Scoob, I'm talking [??] Will I ever go back back, what I'm used to, I was so broke Roam at home, I had sh** by my lonely on it If I was born in slave days, they had to store me, I'm so rebellious f** n***as jealous, they always have been, I'ma tell you My n***a, I'm telling you I don't f** with has-beens, I save ya Young n***a save ya Anything we have been, when beef, I bring all the flame I guess I'm trapping no failure And when I save ya, you can ask my best friend, I'm ridin' On [??], John Gotti henchmen I was slipping, I was falling but a n***a got the f** up Thank you god, for my hard times and God it's all love [Outro: DJ Holiday & Dave East] I ain't goin' back to being broke 32 Entertainment I ain't goin' back to being broke Comission Lord, I ain't goin' back to being broke A Life Team I ain't goin' back to being broke It was our pleasure Karma 2! Love, I swear to god this sh** don't get old Go get them bags, n***a, haha-ha-ha