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Dave East

Money Or Power

 

Money Or Power

(album: HOFFA - 2021)


(La música de Harry Fraud)

Back the .40 out in Footlocker, the mall will panic
Painted the 'Rari pomegranate, it was hard to manage
Double dutching with this paper like we jumping rope
Gemstar razor, couple flavors in them bubble coats
My passion make me work, know that grass feel different
When you get tackled on turf just pay me back by the first
I feel like Bone Thugs, I felt like Pablo, had my own drugs
Borrowed every hammer from Shoota, fuck who he don't love
I felt like Dolla Bill in Player's Club, I want my own club
The system tried to move us but we won't budge
Not to avoid them niggas that I don't love
Drizzy sent me a coat, then Yeezy sent me his Boost
Then J. Cole sent me his shoes
I got ties with the idols in this shit
If I hit ya wife on camera, I'm going viral with your bitch
Moonwalking with a glock, I feel like Michael with the stick
I got this chick that move just like Griselda Blanco
I told her just me and Capo
Open the door

If Harlem had a king that be a no-brainer
Pour the water from the base through an old strainer
Start taking about that base, I mean that cocaina
If I'm drawing at your face, but I ain't a painter
Just like Picasso nigga, I could make the picture vivid
Young with the guns I remember taking pictures with it
I been critically acclaimed nigga, you just a critic
I got that special recipe when I whip the brick
Some use a microwave or put it on the stovetop
Now you stuffing your pockets, you might pop up with a froze watch
Nigga fuck all the coppers, I curse at em thru my rosetop
They know if I jump in the booth that every verse of my flows hot
Fire, nigga, hot like when lavas dripping
Had all the Mikes, still wanted to buy the Pippens
I'm good with the banging, hop out and I started clipping em
I'm better with a chick on my side, in my ride
We dipping soon
Chill, I don't think you seen no killing shorty
I had them, niggas that kill all in-front your building shorty
You know the drill, Ferrari wheels when I'm feeling sporty
They call me a moreno but I'm still a Bori

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