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Dave East

Do It For

 

Do It For


[G Herbo:]
Hey yo East I came all the way to Harlem, look.
I figured I'd just go through you, you know what I'm sayin'?
We make a little, flip a couple times do us.
And you just take me to papi himself, we go with the whole bag and it's just we ain't go home or nothing, you know?

[Dave East & G Herbo:]
They looking for the coke, for the pills, for the molly, for the weed, for the lean
We do it for the set, for the turf, for the block, got a Glock with a beam
They take it too far, really try and be a star, but it's not what it seems
I ain't had a dollar in my pocket, now I count it every night I go to sleep
They looking for the coke, for the pills, for the molly, for the weed, for the lean
We do it for the set, for the turf, for the block, got a Glock with a beam
They take it too far, really try and be a star, but it's not what it seems
I been real paranoid in the streets, every night gotta clutch it in my dreams

I got bitches on the payroll
Catch a body, gotta lay low
Took over the tri-state
Herbo, I'm letting Herb go
The bird flow got me feeling impatient like "why wait?"
White plate, we could cook out
Dolce and Gabbana when I take a nap
I lost a couple thousand, I'ma make it back
Niggas never been outside, can't relate to that
I was in the coke spot
Makaveli on repeat, starting to think that I know Pac
Talk a lot, get a throat shot
First Ave catch a 10, when they raid it be so hot
Wake up, sleeping in the dope spot
Fiends already lined up soon as the coke drop
I can tell if you gang by the door knock
And when the chain gang rang, flush the whole pot
Break it down all the pans
Baking soda in the kitchen getting busy with my mans
Kinda dizzy in this bitch, breathing wiffles of the tan
Fuck around, catch a high, starting to stumble where I stand
Hit a couple quarters back, my old shitter had a fumble, dropped a nine, picked a scissor so I lost a couple grams
Couple niggas in the hood got hit up, told my dog this is 'fore he even kill 'em cause they got up on the stand

They looking for the coke, for the pills, for the molly, for the weed, for the lean
We do it for the set, for the turf, for the block, got a Glock with a beam
They take it too far, really try and be a star, but it's not what it seems
I been real paranoid in the streets, every night gotta clutch it in my dreams
They looking for the coke, for the pills, for the molly, for the weed, for the lean
We do it for the set, for the turf, for the block, got a Glock with a beam
They take it too far, really try and be a star, but it's not what it seems
I ain't had a dollar in my pocket, now I count it every night I go to sleep

I heard la policia was looking for your dog
Say I've been toting artillery and selling balls
Well you better not say my name on no phone call
I know them people got my picture on that long wall
Burner on my hip, blunt full of dope
Cause I'm whipping coke, I ain't dying broke
I ain't flying coach
Only nigga up in first class woah
30 foot of coke
Wrist solid gold, foreign stop and go
Three months on the road 8 to 10 a show
All of it you sold
Cast on my bus down 150 chains before they even did the most
Jackie Chan, I kick it
Foreign shit, I'm in it
Neiman Marcus know I never got a limit
Shooting out the car, pray to God it's tinted
I ain't had a pot to piss in, shit was wicked

They looking for the coke, for the pills, for the molly, for the weed, for the lean
We do it for the set, for the turf, for the block, got a Glock with a beam
They take it too far, really try and be a star, but it's not what it seems
I ain't had a dollar in my pocket, now I count it every night I go to sleep
They looking for the coke, for the pills, for the molly, for the weed, for the lean
We do it for the set, for the turf, for the block, got a Glock with a beam
They take it too far, really try and be a star, but it's not what it seems
I been real paranoid in the streets, every night gotta clutch it in my dreams

Herbo you know how that go nigga. East side to the east side.
Ugh, No Limit, border. Real street niggas forever. Molly with the weed and the weed with the lean

done

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