Dave East Freestyles On Funk Flex Part 2 !!

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[Intro] That's the key to life, you know what it is East side, uh [Verse] My man on the trial with some powder you can sniff I'd rather die than ever be a coward or a snitch I had the Ds who might have sold some sour to your bitch I don't trust a nigga breathin', takin' showers with the grip A marksman with my target, I shoot awkward Like Shawn Marion, Bill Cartwright by the park like It's 33 for a gram, this shit slow Balmain Denim lookin' like I'm sellin' dope Sweatin' for them nickels and dimes won't get that ass I'm from Harlem, all I ever was taught was go get the cash She said she tryin' to chill with me, fuck and go get a cab I can put it in your hand if you smarter then get a bag Residue in your palm you need your hands washed You still get excited over shit your man bought I'm half-Spanish, no problem aksin' the gram, 'course I'm [?] and these butters matchin' the tame Porsche The game the same, they just change refs I know a fiend that smoke now, 'cause he ain't got no veins left These niggas love you then they hate you in the same breath Negative vibes, avoid them they got the same stress I need some new problems, a few robbers To stick the whole city up, maybe just Mid-town We have discussions like the Mob, gotta sit down I feel like Beans in State Prop', lay down or get down, uh Easin' on my way in, lookin' for a condo couple seasons we can play in Lobster with the crab lags, even fish filletin' My man just came home said he needed a bitch to lay with I got him covered, my youngin' in Wilson got the butter Can't put it in no Popcaan, need pictures 'til the cops gone By the time they spin back he got the knot on him Older niggas hatin, tryin' hard to get the drop on him Once again, it's on nigga, Kiss had me sippin' on Coral liquor Don't waste all your pawns nigga Life of chess game, calculate your moves My moms still ask why I ain't graduate from school I was tryin' to get them True Religions with the Pelle Spend money on guns and swipe for Giuseppe's Plug out in Equador told me call him jefe My next flight to L.A. I'm eatin' tres leches That's the cake if I lost ya, it's for the culture Shooter remind me of Cal Colver, a good shot Remember baggin' up everything that they would cop Sold a nigga some acid and took him back to Woodstock Catch a nigga in traffic, I never met a good cop Dave East, spendin' in that foreign with them swayed seats Signed a deal with Nas but in the streets I'm still waist deep I'm just tryin' to swim out, play that water like Michael Phelps Bulletproof the 10 out, light up 'fore I spin out I mess with women that teach yoga, I'm weed blowin' The streets know him, just keep flowin' That's what Malik told me right they caught his body I'm in your apartment lobby, tryin' to get these packs sold Way before I go and talk to papi, New York City You make it here, you make it anywhere Some days I was really broke, them nights I didn't really care Check me out, I ain't in prison nobody strech me out Now I'm up in hot nine, tell these niggas what Flex about Trip to Baltimore, I got some work I let 'em test it out Back and forth the silvers bring, my cousin sellin' weapons now Couldn't make this up, they let Bully go to knock profit Ravens where cops watchin', survive on no hot pockets Fell in love with sellin' kush I got my youngin' straight Felt like I ain't ate in days, codeine help my stomach ache The office triangle, they need a better defense I had a Jeep, go to Richmond almost every weekend I never seem shook, graduated from Springbrook College dropout, hit the trap I know how them fiends look Roll the blue carpets out, this money what we talk about Hate the clothes that I wear, they hate the hoes I brought around Hate that I was nice and ballin', they hate that I can talk that shit Hate that I got passports, stamps from talkin' awesome trips You think they hate me now? Wait 'til I park the ghost Feel like I should call my coach, laughin' while I'm coughin' smoke