Dave East — Bad Boy on Death Row

[Intro: Dave East] I welcome y'all to greatness You now witnessin' a legend Real nigga shit [Verse 1: Dave East] Uh, I've seen it all from a crackhead livin' room Never get in-tune with negative vibes Look in my eyes, 27 years of pain when I glance Thing in my pants, never ever came for romance Finger fuck her 'til my palm hurt, I came with a plan [Verse 2: The Game] I came with a Glock, bullets run out, niggas gettin' socked off top We were sellin' dope like we was from the ROC Off pot, hangin' out the Cutlass lettin' off shots Bill Clinton gettin' head, you buggin', you think I'm not [Verse 3: Dave East] Donald Trump ain't safe on my block, got'cha your wifey at IHOP Your baby mother love that cyclops, my one-eyed monster Interrogations keep comin' back, shit feel like karma Had grams now I'm movin' with bands, ain't talkin' Contra [Verse 4: The Game] Verse-y, Lord have mercy on a nigga ridin' in the Mercy With some Hershey and she from Marcy The brain Bosley, nigga fuckin', no Bill Cosby Samsung, champagne spillin' on it beside me Laced in Tom Ford, hard bottoms in the lobby [Verse 5: Dave East] I missed the Met Gala, eatin' linguine with the best scallops Shit, I knew we was the best before I met Khaled Chasin' lettuce out here lookin' for the next salad I'm from the East Side of Harlem, I never stress violence Checks pilin', black shades wave the TEC smilin' Nautica trunks, a hundred blunts on the next island [Verse 6: The Game] My neck stylin', 5 karats on the angel wings Aventador on Gold Daytons, it's a Compton thing Don't make me switch whips, hop in the Ghost like it's Halloween Run up on a con spittin' Ether like I'm out of Queens Walk up on a nigga, broad day, take him out of things Leave him like Barkley, make him play the block without a ring Me and Dave, Styles and Jada, heroin and gasoline R.I.P. to Yams, but we in Harlem cookin' collard greens I start trippin', it's like Future when he out of lean And I don't do construction but this hammer hangin' out my jeans And what you rappers gon' do when you run out of memes? You can run on Instagram, but can't outrun the beam, nigga [Verse 7: Dave East] Dope in Michigan, Detroit Lions stamp I run it like Barry Sanders, the Spanish Meyer Lansk' Hoodlum, my alliances out in Brooklyn We play steps like Crooklyn, follow the law, Tookie A hundred bookies, bettin' on Golden State Fiends sniffin' 8 balls, I watched his face go in that plate [Verse 8: The Game] What he snortin' up? Cuttin' wiretaps, you ain't recordin' us Fresh pair of J's and still I fuck Michael Jordan up Go to jail, smack CO's and tell the warden, “What?“ My niggas at your crib with your daughter underwater, stuck Mastros, order up, Audemar, quarter tuck Baltimore with the packed pockets fat as Lady Luck East [Verse 9: Dave East] Sour got me up in buildings like I'm Peter Parker Trash bags to the ceilin', it ain't no need for talkin' Keep your opinions, when I'm finished, you gon' need a coffin Out in my city, cameras flashin' like The Beatles walkin' Knockin' Lenny Kravitz in a 5-5-0, ride by slow Couple my bitches slide down poles [Verse 10: The Game] That Ace of Diamonds, King of Diamonds stadium now we at Onyx I see head in my future, called that like he designer A nigga called himself a thug, but we know that he vagina The rap Jamal Lyon, pour heat, they call cryin' I'll crush your Empire, then eat your girl cookie You only good with the hooks, Hakeem, you fuckin' rookie [Verse 11: Dave East] Understand that I ain't like nothin' you ever seen in your fuckin' life (Nothin') Bouncer at the club from my block he let me tuck the pipe (I got it) You havin' problems with your spouse 'cause you don't fuck her right I'm probably somewhere shoppin' for a house to keep my comfort right (Comfortable) Lennox Ave to Rosecrans, First to Cedar Block Fiends was up early so I was the first to see the block [Outro: The Game] East meets West, my nigga They say Compton is just like Harlem, I know that's right Soon as I land in JFK, man, had a fuckin' Had a fucker' Uber take me to muthafuckin' mid-town, man Pick up my fuckin' Lambo Then I am heading to Harlem 145 in Lenox That's where I play, Game, nigga Pull the Lambo in that Amy Ruth's, they know me in there Gimme that corner table in the back Let me get that fried chicken That cornbread come out first, smokin' Real nigga shit Compton