Dave East
Текст песни Welcome To NY

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Welcome to NY
Where the coke price high
Everybody have a gun, yeah
Why you set on come here
If you not from here
Bodies drop, cops watch
Ain't no fun here

Take a walk in my team's
Come and see how we live
Get a Benz
Niggas thinking you'd have got rich
I feel like AZ when he first got bricks
Have the vision of the tenner when I pop Chris
Bags on the mind, goosed to a drop 6
I'd have seen money turn brothers into enemies
Your main bitch tell me I was in the top 6
Have a long dick everytime I want the henes see
I was on 12th street, downtown with a bitch
Cartel wouldn't even know I'm in that
Past hoes keep calling my phone
Understand that a nigga moving on, tryna end that
Headshot, chances are you won't survive,
See that look up in your eyes?
So ...
Me and you already fucked
It was cool, now, I'm not tryna be rude, but
I'm asking where your friends at?
I was born in 88, when that dope had that whole
Wast side, lighten up for that white boy
All a real street nigga ever need is a bad bitch
Good crib, keys to a nice toy
Time to West side, no license, I'm on my way to Deichmann
For ... to the Nemo. War really on the West side
Me and bully eating roscoes right there on Pico
Heart is so numb, I don't feel nothing
Niggas turn their back on me, but I'm still frontin'
Only cute niggas around when they steal from me
Seen drug money, wanna see that deal money
Ah, I'm laughing, you niggas still funny
Get the Blacks, a couple of homies that would kill for me
I'm still single as a dollar bill
Bitches too fake to keep it real for me
I remember I was up, shoebox full of guap
I ain't ever want a bank account
These projects like walking in a maze, I just pray
One day I can make it out
Some locust and some bloods and some hustlers
Some doin' their own thang
Mafia was on my head, I remember being nervous everytime
A nigga phone rang
Cold hearted, I ain't following niggas that plan to get rich
On my own game. Don't worry about your wife, nigga
You can loose your life over nothing when that chrome bang
Niggas talking crazy, but they ran when the 4-5 spread
If you ever talkin' money, I ain't wasting no time,
I be right on my way
I got shooters 17 and they sipping Ayeleen
Don't give a fuck what you say
I gt hungry for a minute, I can never get enough of my plate
Niggas in the grave, I can never be a slave
I'm a street nigga
I just wanna fuck you, I don't wanna sleep with you
Smoke a lot of sour, i don't need liquor
Kidnap the nigga girl, get the beef thicker
Paparazzies taking pictures when I'm mean now
Product always coming, never see a doubt
Have my own apartment, but I need a house
And if you tellin' on niggas, then you don't need a mouth

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