Dave East — Tim Westwood Freestyle

[Nipsey Hussle - Late Nights and Early Mornings] [Intro] Yo, yo yo Yo, yo, yo yo Harlem Westwood London, what's up? Uh [Verse 1] I can still hear you screamin', "Neighborhood" Dirt gang, when you'll see me, why they hate on cuz? I just sent you a song, was waitin' on your verse We was doin' a tape together, they ain't know your worth Nobody told me after Freaky died, it's gon' get worse They ain't understand your vision You spoke for all them nights I was starvin' We shakin' prison but they just hate that you did it, uh I asked you how to start a clothin' line You had me out on Slauson Blue Laces was my shit, the blueprint to bein' bosses You created that Remember when you played that beat for Clarity? You gave out so much free game, that shit was charity You was at my birthday, my mother asked me about you She used to ask what my shirt say Ma, this is Crenshaw I'm supportin' my brother remindin' me of myself Motivated me from the gutter, invited me to your videos I was smokin' Marathon O.G. with you Every time I touched down in L.A., I wanted to meet with you Me and Red smokin' flight right in the parkin' lot Fatts had me us in the store puttin' me a pack together Uh, I'ma listen to you raps forever On the real, fuck how they feel, Victory Lap was better South Central ain't gon' never feel the same You got me scared 'cause it ain't too many of us left "Go get that bread, cuz," that's what you said before you left We had a- You ain't nothin' like these rap niggas Told me stay dangerous, don't let 'em see you react, nigga Called your phone cryin', laughin' when you slapped that nigga You just told me, "Congrats, East, I heard you actin', nigga" They killin' kings, I no longer wanna chat with niggas If I could ask God for somethin', just give me back my niggas If I could ask God for somethin', just give me back my niggas [Break] Neighborhood Nip Nip, miss you cuzzo [Bobby Valentino - Tell Me] Got some more shit Let's see if I got some more shit It's my first time in London, bro [Verse 2] Uh, you probably thought the label was gon' shelf me You prayed that this paper never helped me Posted up by the mailbox without a mail key Exotic weed a creed if you ever smelled me I don't wanna die young, I wanna die wealthy Niggas askin' for the most help ain't never helped me Blue and brown flag in it, you think I'm gettin' to it? Well, that's accurate Acura slide, ain't need no passengers Bubble Goose, wasn't no computers, when it's trouble, shoot Money made my dick hard, honestly fell in love with loot Mathematics supreme, knowledge and wisdom Understandin' culture, know power'll get you killed, son Uh, equality God Built and destroyed on the job, shit get tighter than WonderBras I come from the slums, had to walk when we wanted cars Couldn't afford that shit that y'all wearin', that made me wanna rob That pressure get applied you know your son involved You so nervous, phone in your pocket, don't wanna call Feds is lurkin', I know they watchin', I wanna ball Plug fronted 50, I need a 100, I'm starvin', dawg Drop it in the pot, cannonball, somersault September to April, we pump and take the summer off May, June, July, August livin' lawless In Georgetown, I really was recruited by the Hoyas Maneuver through the border My man from Cuba, I told him that you could get deported What if Tookie coulda saw this? No bakery, we was cuttin' cookies by the quarter Nigga ratted in New York, picked up and took his shit to Florida Depressed faces, they sad, mad I actually did it The homie died, I went and tatted my nigga Pinky ring it, me and four ladies at brunch Got attitudes like they came on the bus, can't make this up Cigar smoke lingerin' Gun on me large, it's not medium Just got off them papers, he smokin' weed again They was callin' me broke Get shot over that Nautica boat I'm a wolf, never call me the goat They all wanna know [Outro] Survival on the way, you heard? Harlem, man, East Side, we here Rest in peace, Nipsey Hussle Rest in peace, Freaky Rest in peace, Mugga Free Trav, free Scrap Free Bloody, free all my G's behind that wall, man Westwood, London, you know what's goin' on Harlem