Dave East — In Some Shit Part 1

Shit man, shit fucked up... (SunnyDukes) (Verse: Dave East) I know these three kids in the projects Get money, shoot anything movin, that’s they mindset One of em’s seventeen, he ain’t met his mom’s yet Menace to the city, Nike gloves, ain’t got no palm sweat (no) He a shooter but he tryna hustle work (work) In love with the latest Jordans, plus he want another shirt The youngest out of three older sisters and brother work (they work) Plan to get rich, he sent me a text, like “come to church” (come on) Where was I, oh yeah, one-tenth in Amsterdam (west side) He said he tryna expand, he tired of goin' hand-to-hand Just left the precinct, stash money, paid the bail out Grandmoms riffin, she just told him, “get the hell out” (you get outta here) Copped the new 40 can’t wait to let a shell out (baow) I told that nigga chill out, smoke this so we can bill now (right on) I just had came up on a new connect ‘cuz numbers blowin' Plus all fronted, we just got to get this money (got to get this money) I know my youngest starvin', I can hear it in his stomach Tell Ronnie line it up, but talk clear, I know you blunted (call your man) Now Ronnie was his right hand, just recently he came home He was from the west side but the on east his name known (yo Ronnie what up) He was into pistols, credit cards extortin', fake dealers He a loose cannon but somebody we can take with us My other little homie was the fly one His mindset was why rob pies when we can buy some (let’s cop em') “Always used to have the bricks at 19-5, that's taxin' (taxin') Niggas savages, you disappeared on some abracadabra shit Left without a trace, last seen walkin' to Madison Skipped town, he went to Maryland” I told Ty, you see how niggas did your uncles? (you seen that) Everyone got to eat, they’d kill you over a bundle Now it’s me, Ronnie, Ty, and G-Butter They can hate us, all this Guwap will make the streets love us The plan in motion my plug with it, consignment time That’s the quickest way to get it when you without a dime Just make sure that the connect gets his first We can stack a couple weeks, trust me, I done did worst (trust me) He fronted four thangs, past them off to Ronnie Dropped him off by Metro North, the shit was all Dasani (water) Four bricks duct-taped in a footlocker bag I front the block, called G-butter like “Ronnie needs him bad” (yo go meet up with him) He hit me back like “yo East I needs some cash Ty got beef over a bitch that he ain’t need to smash (huh?) Niggas caught em' at the club and damn near beat his ass He ain’t have nobody with him No hammer that he could grab” (damn) Copy, asked him where he at, he told be Saint Nicky’s (aright) Stressed out, his bitch just kicked him out cuz he came quick I give him fifteen hundred to bang with And two Glock 40s and both them bitches stainless Tell Ty “he got to move smarter” Ronnie got the ‘jects situated we can start a new carter (Ronnie got that downtown side town lock) Ridin' down two fifth right on 2nd before Wagner Block shutoff, cops circlin', lights flashin' (fuck) I seen this before, somebody prolly got rocked But I’m from Harlem, I found out no need for askin' I'm callin' Ronnie, this nigga ain’t picking up Phone ringin', what the fuck? I hope nobody stuck em' up How I’m goin' pay this connect, if niggas took all the drugs? I know they say think positive but that’s how niggas give it up Still calling Ronnie, G-Butter hit me clicked over (that shit on the phone) He said he couldn’t find Ty, I’m tryna flip bricks over Word is my man, Ronnie caught a head shot (no pass) Niggas ran up in the apartment 4B, deadlock Nobody could enter an exit, execution style Robbed him for them birdies, you heard me Deep as a root canal Shots rang out, old ladies and kids screamin', alarms ringin' Bend the block, you hear them tires screechin'? Now the bricks gone, Ronnie dead, Ty missin' (damn) G-Butter split with the money and guns, no religion Four niggas different motives, different situations Cops pullin' up, it’s time for me to switch locations (I’m out of here) I got the drop, niggas from downtown caught Ronnie slippin' (word) Tryna murder everything moving, won’t do nobody different (all of em', all of them niggas!) Gotta get this Guwap for my connect, or he comin' for my neck Nothin' personal, just business (business) Ty made the news they found him floatin' in the Hudson G-Butter setup in Virginia, smalltime hustlin' Fifteen-hundred and some guns I never seen again Ty got bodied, I ain’t trust a niggas breathin' (nobody) I gotta skip town, the plug tryna have a meetin' Four bricks gone and couple of homies finished The whole plan changed, I swear it was only minutes (minutes) My three little homies from the projects Got me in some shit, I’m on the run, and ain’t no pies left Damn, the fuck I’m gonna do man? I gotta get the fuck out of here man I ain’t got no money, no worth, noth’in for the connect Streets is on fire, niggas done bodied my niggas, fuck! Now call the plane connect, we off this word You got your passport, we out It’s too hot my nigga I can’t be around word