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dave east - dave east - my nigga dead (interlude) lyrics

[intro]
f_ck you looking at, n_gga?
i’m still tryna find out, n_gga
hold on, hold on, hold on, wait
oh we got a problem here?
we got a problem here?
holiday season

[verse 1: dave east]
i got the drop uptown, they said they robbing n_ggas (uptown)
you want your block, you can’t hustle until you find them n_ggas (find them n_ggas)
ignorant adolescence lackin’ a father figure
life been kind of rough, couldn’t find him smiling in all his pictures (at all)
i can teach you how to drive, sit and park it with ya (c’mere)
we fought before we was hitting, sh_t, really off the liquor (bah, bah)
let me tell you about my man, he made his maths double (double)
like biggie song, they shot his daughter in the calf muscle
a hundred percent, wasn’t the type to half_hustle
might die for free, it’s guaranteed if a bag touch you (bag)
he was connected in milwaukee, came back to harlem
five fifty, the same colour, his coffin (brown)
packages was duct_taped, the whip had new car scent (new)
paranoid he circled the block before he parked it (paranoid)
he usually would stop at the bodega ‘fore he talked sh_t
a fiend peeped us early and told us, she saw a brick (word?)
comfortable, we slid through in a grey lacoste fit
glock .40 on him, he been hearing n_ggas talk sh_t
funny stares and whispers like every time he walk in
it’s hard to see if sharks in the water, don’t see no shark fin
n_ggas sit crowded at the lobby, he played the park bench
seen a n_gga ratted, 10 years ago, they ain’t talk since (not a word)
homie tried to speak and he ignored him
they really don’t be beefing, n_ggas be dying over boredom
he recognised another kid that usually shop on fordham (bx)
somethin’ with this son, if he was dolo, he’d have called him
shawty really come from nothing, survival’s exhausting
two options, go to court or get low in a coffin (get low)
body language different, he feeling like n_ggas talking
keep praying to jesus, he feeling like n_ggas crossed him
hard to find his homies, he feeling like n_ggas lost him
connect said he would front him a brick, but it would cost him
his connections from the mid_west just had him flossing (shine)
flexed on the plug, said he’d had enough, he could toss town
spanish n_gga with him helped understand when they talking
connect kept telling jokes, he said he was kevin hart’s friend
homie ain’t come here for no comedy show
catch a homie, get low, not even you mommy could now
no business, this sh_t was personal
he in the trap with a brick, thinking ’bout if he spit, what would he get for a verse or two
he done watched some close friends ride by in a he_rs_ or two
his life a movie, death just f_cked it up like commercials do
he told his stupid n_gga, i could work with you
to k!ll a n_gga that you got love for, that sh_t hurt to do (it hurt)
f_ck the emotions, we got work to move
still got his gun and his mask, he in a certain mood
when he was starving, you get murked for food
n_ggas caught him picking up his daughter, putting work at school
they was aiming at his head and hit her in the leg
wasn’t no money, it was just over some sh_t he said (watch your mouth)
the last time we spoke he said he’d try and get some bread
i got off of tour, came home, found out my n_gga dead
[outro]
the sh_t we go through, you know
can’t make this sh_t up
put the gun away, n_gga
can we have one night with no fighting and n0body get shot?
shut up b_tch
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- dave east lyrics

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