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Dave East

The Offering

 

The Offering

(albüm: Black Rose - 2014)


Now I'm living righteous
Writing kites, my cousin's lifeing
Not a bitch I've thought of wifeing

Nah man, I ain't that, I ain't that
Cut that shit out of here, man
(That shit is hot, man!)
I ain't fucking with that one, man
Fuck it

Killing flows
Kilos coming in
Hovering over balconies
In public I'm disguised
I know these niggas is out for me

Damn, that neither, man!
(I was fucking with that!)
Gotta give 'em something different
{Get that shit out o' here?}

Retro Jordans from Ninety-One
Balmain jeans with the zipper
I'm from a grimy slum (East side!)
Where they get your mommy hung
Chain smoking that potent
Like I ain't got a lung
Play tough if you want
Shots fly, them niggas gotta run (prrr!)
Jim Carrey, put on my mask, pull out a Tommy gun
Morgue's running out of space
The East is where them bodies from
Heard he likes to talk, torture tactic
We'll rip out his tongue
'Til I'm dead, I'm after bread
I come from without a crumb (nothing!)
Not gonna need a baker, sipping white Remy
Jordan was the man, yea but niggas liked Penny
You've been afraid
No lemonade, I live my life simply
Niggas dying over Cee-Lo, call it dice envy {get your head cracked!}
Walking out of Bloomie's, mad brown bags
I know some niggas into swiping, but we're 'round cash (we're good)
I'm still the same, them niggas changed 's soon as they found cash
Broke it down to onions, we're pumping
One day that pound last
(Yea!)

Started on the corner
Now I'm in them offices, they're offering
Now I hear them whisper when I'm walking in
It ain't safe in the area my apartment's in
Harlem
Started on the corner (uh)
Started on the corner (uh)
Started on the corner
Now I'm in them offices, they're offering
(Light it!)

Heart on freezer
Pies get delivered to your door like pizza (uh)
Henny got me leaning like that tower out in Piza (leaning)
Niggas wasn't fucking with me, now they're all believers (right)
Speak my pain
He got game, I feel like Jesus
Just couldn't relate, ain't never listened to Yeezus (never)
Still got connects with dope, Sour in the freezer
FoodSaver sealers and some scissors, thank you Jesus
I ain't meet her once, tatted my name right on her cleavage
Kush got me talking to nutso, like “are we even?”
Retaliation as soon as they hit us, no time for grieving
My youngin's seventeen, he'll shoot you without a reason
In the jungle all my life, ain't never seen Tarzan (never)
Pull up on niggas and hear my shit up in the car playing
Thinking they're fresh, shorty got killed up in that park playing
I've seen that same shit happen uptown, look what my heart's painting

(You see it)
Started on the corner
(On the corner)
Now I'm in them offices, they're offering (uh)
Now I hear them whisper when I'm walking in
(I hear them talking)
It ain't safe in the area my apartment's in
Harlem
Started on the corner
Started on the corner (Buda!)
Started on the corner (East side!)
Now I'm in them offices, they're offering
(Light it!)

I'm a nice nigga all around, dawg
I write songs, I write R&B, I write everything
I look better than them niggas
That's why them niggas don't want me in the front
'Cause I look better than them niggas
And when you look better and get all the bitches
Niggas don't want you in the front

Became a boss since the last time you met me, man
Things have changed, man
Niggas running around talking about 'I'm a hood nigga,' man
I run an organization, man
The streets is mine, man
I make, I make—I make bread
And I, and I, like, niggas follow me, man
I'm a boss!
I'm not with that—it's never, it's never, nothing, no more
I look like a boss, I feel like a boss, I taste like a boss, nigga

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