Dave East - Get Acquainted lyrics

[Produced by Tunesquad] [Intro] [Verse 1] I'm walking through Harlem like I'm Richard Porter If your wifey ain't feeling me, I could get your daughter My cousin sold dust he said he tryna get some water Fish scale on my side of town is what n***as order Felt like orphans in school, them teachers didn't want us We hit them corners, that's the reason that the precinct on us For the pound block, dancing like Bobby Brown Put a bomb in your building, I'm shutting your lobby down They be talking that tough sh** the Hudson probably found Floating with fishes, family b**hing, they not around Pull up not hitting switches, this Harlem don't come around Used to rock the Pradaaaa Hop out like a rasta like I just was watching Shottas Kicked out of school, I had a razor in my locker Felt like Bishop, I'm the one y'all need to worry bout, parther Different type of ora, I'ma need a lawyer Momma cooking GOYA before Sapp was a Hoyer I got some head from Toya, I was busy, couldn't call ya Me and Mac at the bu*ter spot, your b**h said she she love the co*k I'm always on first cause I love the block My little n***a said he never fighting, he love his Glock We savages, a blood spill is nothing, we love the mop [Hook] Figured I would trap until I really made it Two pistols on me, we could get acquainted Brand new Beamer, bout to get it painted They think I'm famous, hit everybody, he couldn't aim it Figured I would trap until I really made it Two pistols on me, we could get acquainted Brand new Beamer, bout to get it painted They think I'm famous, hit everybody, he couldn't aim it [Verse 2] In the kitchen with some grams, I was listening to Cam Sending pictures of my fam to my n***as in the can Was pitching and I scammed, visions of some land Whipping in the pan had you feeling like the man Illest on the coast, you ain't living if you broke I know about coke droughts, n***as selling soap I know about the shower being cold for like three days Boiling water to clean my body before a cheap date Knowing I'm just tryna f**, addicted to designer stuff Still got marks on my wrists, been in all kind of cuffs Xanax, mushrooms, kush, I sold all kind of stuff Own family tried to rob me, I don't got no kind of trust The way that I think, no time for waiting You either broke or jealous if you ever got time for hating I'm from the city move fast, ain't got no kind of patience Obama tried to change it, we still in the projects waiting We waiting [Hook] Figured I would trap until I really made it Two pistols on me, we could get acquainted Brand new Beamer, bout to get it painted They think I'm famous, hit everybody, he couldn't aim it Figured I would trap until I really made it Two pistols on me, we could get acquainted Brand new Beamer, bout to get it painted They think I'm famous, hit everybody, he couldn't aim it [Outro]