Dave East — Dame Grease Flow

[Verse 1: Dave East] Harlem If its time to go to war, don't got to send a soldier I'm doing federal time if they pull the sprinter over Ferrari money, the Gabriel, now the wrist is colder The same night you was hating I had your bitch come over Workout your body, you feeling it in your core Copped the whole collection, need new Mike Amiri in the store I ain't giving niggas nada Go ask your father since you rock a cross You just might get it from the lord Downstate facing a dime Don't hit me at be board Went from ditching the court To the garden, sit on the floor Around the time Busta Rhymes said "Gimme Some More" We got cool with the Akis and hid the guns in the store 380s behind Dorito chips I told (?) I needed this I been hot son since vacant lot And the hot ones Live on Lennox but unfamiliar We got one (We got one, we got one) Meeno, that's my nigga I just had a dream me and Malik flipped a kilo I had lean all in my system Fucked the whole pack up, let it over the fire I forgot I was cooking Watching episodes of The Wire Condo in Park Slope Niggas be listening I talk slow Niggas Body I feel like Marlo First dragon, you too old to be purse snatchin' Run in place in the field since the first Madden You thirst status I'm in Harlem like I ain't never leave We smoke loud and form your section I can smell a seed A chick with nothing is something I could never need I hit it once now she telling me hope you never leave I'm out the sky (Nah keep goin' my nigga) How you out here spending Knowing that you owe a nigga You ain't played the gutter with him, never bowled with the nigga Honestly the way this is going I'm chosen and gifted Probation was on me, niacin got dope out my system At least I thought it did Shit I drunk a lot of water I still be bugging out, waking up like I got a daughter I got a hot temper so I went and got a lawyer Good Morning America, trap city we got it for ya Dope like the Exorcist I watch a fiends head spin Been hard to go to bed since Blood splatter all in your car Red tint Came up with a plan for paper, getting bread since Tyra said I should model, been getting head since They made a sweep and my niggas been in the fed since They come around asking questions we never said shit Gang squad started following soon as I said crip Shit I now exactly what's wrong with you Too many niggas like "Yo East can I get on with you?" Gotta make a song with you Like Dave I'm honourable For fame they target you Catch him at the barbeque Have my youin' give 'em all to you I be somewhere low, with an awesome view Lot of people on this side, know who you're talking to I don't need it but I want it I ain't lease it cause I own it Pussy ready like the breakfast in the morning Know I keep a foreign, they just keep on calling And I stay up out my bullshit Know I'm pulling up with the whole set Your bitch be back in the morning Wouldn't count on it Nigga she ain't calling