[Intro]
This was Dave, you might have seen his Blackbox, check him out
Lets go
[Verse 1: Dave]
First year of college my n***as on it, the women poppin'
I'm feeling lively, the drink's inside me, I'm sipping orange
I'm at a party, I see a barbie, I'm moving swiftly
I turn to Jus you see that n***a, he's moving shifty
He turns to Raffy, we laugh a bit
We laugh about how hard he is
Alive is what this party is
This music's so loud and b**h says, "there's no loud"
And Raffy says he got that, but my man in the back he says
"I've got AM and I've got cheese from now understand I am the streets
And I'll tax the streets whatever I say and look in my pouch"
He started looking around, I took a look in the pouch and saw a Smith and Wesson
I started looking around then I saw less and lesser
My n***as around, I just saw figures around
Some foreign n***as around so dead sitting around
Raffy come link up, this n***a's wondering what
He says, "hurry up" and then he points at him
I'm like see f** this, come, come quick
We've been outnumbered plus we ain't armed, so
We left the party in a hurry
RJ's like f** this, Sammy's going mental
And Raffy's like, "f** this help me find a metal"
And I ain't even talking much
You see that n***a on the right of the n***a moving slight
It's the n***a I don't like but I'ma fix it soon
There was a n***a with a knife and a n***a with a nine
And all these n***as moving white, we gotta fix it soon
They put a gun up to my friends talking 'bout taxing the ends
I know we lost the skanks but I'ma fix it soon
Down MC, Blood I need a favor
He's talking reckless on the phone, I should save that sh** for later
Run up in the party, where's the paper?
Run up in the party, slap a barbie tryna stop me, see you later
Run up in the party, f** the neighbors
Run up in the party, in the toilets n***as tryna catch some brain, aw
Run up in the toilet with no heat on me
This n***a's pulling for his pouch like he gon' beat on me
Until Em came around and took the strap away
And Jussy sweeped that f**boy 'til he's feet for me
I blacked out for a minute
A florid of punches they come in abundance it's tires of punch, this n***as winded
I turned the Smithy around and now I'm sitting him down
Gave him a kick in the mouth and now this n***a's injured
Emptied the gun and I closed my eyes 'cause Em he came for an M
And we don't need life, this is all in a second so his eyes light up
Time slowed down I felt my hands tie up
Fight or flight
He could either cue or cook you