Dave East - I Don't Understand It lyrics

[Intro: DJ Holiday] R.I.P. Freaky R.I.P. Mugga We gon' do it for y'all I don't understand these n***as Holiday Season [Chorus: Dave East] I don't understand it n***as looking at me like I'm from another planet This ain't happen overnight, this is how I planned it I just want to f** ain't got no time to be romantic Nine's inside the truck, .45's inside the Phantom Grams had the smoker's two steppin' we was jammin' We'd of shot 'em broad day, it wasn't for these cameras Nobody gave me sh**, feel a type of way when they comparing I'm nothing like these n***as, see him with they b**h, she staring [Verse: Dave East] I got a little chick run in Saks Fifth, her name is Karen I gotta put these shades on in the club these diamonds glaring We all got guns who do you think you scaring If Mac in the rarri, Shooter gotta do the Mclaren Paid 1100 cash just so the bottom's red Jew told me bloody gaining weight, hope he get out the feds Cut your hair, gonna be hard to recognise you without your dreads Clientele slow with the pound, here go an ounce instead Home invasions, homie over any amount of bread Flip the fish tank, shoot the dog, make sure the house is dead I'ma flight risk, no ankle monitor, I prolly fled Claim you got the work with no job, same sh** that Tommy said I don't understand it, before I ever got booked for any show, I was scammin' We was Wildin' Out way before I met Nick Cannon End up dead was boiling eggs in the morning, I was scrambling I got chased for my biggie, my cousin got shot for his Vanson When I was dead broke, none of these b**hes called me handsome I got my weed from Audebum, my cousin got his from Branson Couldn't sleep in the projects, now I sleep up in a mansion Throwing parties in the Hamptons, all these sticks think we camping I'm serious as cancer, bartenders too boujee, I slid off with the dancers Strippers, I'm in LA, they treat me like a Clipper Laker, she f** my Gucci up with all that makeup Jacob would have been my j**eler during the Meech era (free Meech) These Cartiers help me see better, rep three letters (HMV) I want my n***as all in ice until we need sweaters My whole gang gon' flip your wifey if she let us These diamonds on me, I got carets, I need lettuce I'm sending pictures, I write my n***as, they need letters You a op or a fiend, these Xans help be sleep better They wonder why I'm always in LA, cause Cali weed better I don't jack son, I really had a thing for Janet Talking all that tough sh**, come around them n***as panic Watch how I dap n***as, cause I used to hand to hand it Got caught with a hammer and they kicked me off the campus [Chorus: Dave East] I don't understand it n***as looking at me like I'm from a different planet This ain't happen overnight, this is how I planned it I just want to f** ain't got no time to be romantic Nine's inside the truck, .45's inside the Phantom Grams had the smoker's two step and we was jammin' We'd of shot 'em broad day, it wasn't for these cameras Nobody gave me sh**, feel a type of way when they comparing I'm nothing like these n***as, see him with they b**h, she staring I got a lil chick run in Saks Fifth, her name is Karen I gotta put these shades on in the club, these diamonds glarin' We all got guns, tell me who you think you scarin' If Mac in the Rarri, Shooter gotta do the McLaren