Dave East - Couple Reasons I'm Popular (Freestyle) lyrics

[Verse] You can come all you want to Papi did his thing, consignment he might front you Strapped but will punch you I come from a jungle I ain't a dance there And I ain't singin' nothin', my little cousin got the bundles Tried to tell him chill but he in love with the hustle All he tryna do is double, he a Harlem n***a I'm really startin' to feel like a father figure And I ain' talkin' Kyrie, my sneaks Y3 Came through the tri-state Rarely hang with rappers I'm only hangin' with trappin' n***as that buy weed Nipsey had me in the 60's with the locs I'm HMC forever, you can tell by how I smoke She know this dick ain't for free My PO was on me, I tried to find some piss out there cheap Women fall in love quick with this dick in the sheets I don't feel comfortable without the grip in the streets I'm on my 1st Ave sh**, four b**hes for me I ain't sharin', pa** 'em to the homies, never carin' Spanish one named Vickey, white one named Sharon Black one named Angela My cousin sold coke since (?) amateur No time for amateurs Professional, Allah blessed me with style I do it for my child, my upbringing was wild I'm feelin' like the franchise baby I be with smiles I still be with n***as bring in beef by the cow They thought I made it when they see me with Styles Real recognize real and I ain't seen you in a while Matter of fact I think I never seen you I done grinded to the point where I'ma need you You n***as that stay on the block be like "I never seen him" Cause I be in and out that b**h, I need a better reason I be in Gucci and Givenchy t-shirts, 600 dollars Got a b**h from the projects say she wanna model I know a couple photographers if you wanna swallow Closed mouths don't get fed baby you know the motto It is just me? Still gettin' calls from my custy's 6 floor n***a, I was dusty I was hittin' from the back doin' my dougie But not right now I know you really want a picture n***a, not right now Just to put it on your 'Gram, tellin' people I'm your man We was used to sellin' grams, I'm breaking night right now No n***a in the city that can fit my sneaks The label talkin' bout a tour I got to live next week Think I need a vacation, I can pick that beach And if the Porshe is too much she get to whip that Jeep Wrangler Walk down on you n***a like I'm a stranger Them project locks you can't open with a hanger I look you in your eyes, you know nothin' bout no danger You talkin' bout beef we introduce you to angus .45 ACP, that b**h stainless n***a I can see my reflection I change my pistol with my daughter diaper This for my 10M n***as and this for all the lifers For my family hittin' the bar making calls from Rykers Like a bomb about to detonate in all the cyphers, I'm blowin' up The (?) by the feature right now, it's blowing up DJ ain't got to announce us, they already know it's us East side in this b**h, you know what's up [Outro] Is it just me? Is it just me? Is it just me? Is it just me? Can't smoke for free Can't smoke for free This weed so good can't smoke for free Got a bad b**h (?) They can't f** with me Dollar what's up Shooter is rollin'