Dave East — Yes Indeed East Mix

[Intro] We about to fuck this over (Eastmix, uh) That's on Harlem [Verse] We left him in critical Death or a hospital bed is the minimal I know some opps that try and act like fans when they see me My nigga, I'm plottin' to get rid of you Was missin' my man, he fresh out, he just did a bid or two I knew this nigga since middle school I talked about him when I did my interviews I can't wait for you to start, we gon' finish you Glock was a .40, the vodka was Pinnacle Sayin' we cousins, I never was friends with you Backyard I swim when my daughter jump in the pool Straight to the telly, not making no dinner moves Flip out them corners in foreigns, we bend a few Don't kiss your wife, had her face in my genitals Allergic to niggas, need Benadryl Comfortable, I'm where the killers chill Couldn't go get him, they send him still Wanted 15's, that 30 a bigger pill Talkin' 'bout me like you know me gon' get you killed [Chorus] I ain't met a nigga that won't bleed I don't do the club 'less the pole with me Graveyard shift, got coke or weed I know you suck dick, can't smoke with me Pineapple Fanta, I mix with a sip or two I'm dirty, I failed all my physicals Method Man in Belly, I'm in ya living room [Verse 2] My bitch from Costa Rica, she gon' get it through Bitch I'm a legend, they don't really know what this pen could do Championships, I'ma win a few Maybach get hot, I'm so low in the rental, just spinnin' through I see your bitch, blow a kiss or two I don't care what color they come out in, I'ma get 'em blue NYPD, like the Men In Blue They lock you up and just try to delete all your memory My daughter was born off of Hennessy I remember bitches act like they ain't remember me Kush got me fried like Kennedy You couldn't survive how we got it up in the street I get you shot, I am not from the industry I get you robbed, I am not from the label We ain't have no cable, now watch me on cable Young rappers dissin' these legends, I cannot respect it We take everything, leave you naked You claim you from the game, better believe we gon' press you Like Nas, had a TEC in my dresser I get some product to measure Ravenswood, get high with Chester, bag up them extras I'm 'bout to charge up like I drive a Tesla These rap niggas act just like wrestlers Paper come 'round me, I'm scratching, no eczema Niggas look down on me cause they ain't never up [Chorus] I ain't met a nigga that won't bleed I don't do the club 'less the pole with me Graveyard shift, got coke or weed I know you suck dick, can't smoke with me Pineapple Fanta, I mix with a sip or two I'm dirty, I failed all my physicals Method Man in Belly, I'm in ya living room [Verse 3] Had niggas in your crib, like they live with you We purging, I call all my hittas through Lying for followers, I never been with you If it's bout a dollar, my niggas gon' get at you Take off that Yankee, yeah, we want your fitted too We zip-lockin', you dick hoppin' Every week you with a different crew You rattin' if you brought the witness through Get a buck fifty, like it's ten and two