Dave East Freestyles On Funk Flex Part 3!

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[Intro] Cough up a lung, where I'm from Harlem son, ain't nothin' nice Yeah, yeah Run in the spot, ask 'em where the safe at Run in the spot, ask 'em where the safe at Run in the spot, ask 'em where the safe at, yeah, Harlem, Harlem [Verse] We do, run in the spot, ask 'em where the safe at I been down, like homie the clown I don't play that Couldn't blow up my re-up this time, I had to save that Just in case my plug want his early I had to pay that Peanut butter seat so I can see these niggas jelly Sour came from belly, sour came from belly, uh Peanut butter seat so I can see these niggas jelly Projects to the telly, nah I'm with Sincere from Belly Sour got it smelly, I remember niggas tried to rob me for my Pelle I remember starvin' like what the fuck they gon' tell me No Country Grammar not Nelly, Harlem, we trap on Dellies Pirellis we put on hoopties, the groupies is nothing new Before rap, I could get it back I just want that new Porsche in blue, bandana month or two No more Philippe Chows, went back to eating lunchables You gotta pill 'em just to feel 'em, you Dr. Huxtable Catch me at the Diamond district, sour got the driver trippin' Took a trip to Yonkers niggas robbed 'em, seen some powder missin' Damn, shit like that just leave the flower sinnin' Funeral arrangements all type of paper your mom was spendin' La Course golf wear, if it's breezy through Prada linen I'm not pretendin, these new niggas is not convincin' I load up my hammer then light my L up My type of niggas fill the jails up, just close my cell up Jack Mack for dinner I'mma rather eat Phillippe's Rosay bladder when I pee, I hear the chatter on these streets Like, "Dave ain't really that nice, Dave ain't from the East side, but Dave done been in shootouts, Dave done been to jail like 3 times Dave broke phiff pounds, down to the grizzound" My cousin broke them bricks down, they say I look like Chris Brown I ain't never been the type to sing, and I hardly dance Posted in a gully stance, Ds be in the dark sedans Tss, uh Ds be in the dark sedans, but I told 'em, I told 'em, uh All my life I knew I'd be the main attraction Some niggas' lane is fashion, I be in the Range relaxin' Last summer poppin' Xannies like I'm takin' Aspirin This summer, hottest in New York if you was askin' Smokin' packin' for Austin trip, tryin' to move some blow I'm like Joe-Joe on that Boston shit, I'm loathsome like an orphanage But still I got 100 baggies in the digit scale My pops tellin' me stories 'bout Rich and Fritz The sun'll sam this gun'll jam you get pistol whipped My cousin playin' cards with the lifers Come to Harlem I can show you a movie don't get excited Reminiscin' 'bout [?] sippin' gray and crew I been talkin' that shit even ya' man knew No more Backwoods, roll that fronto with bamboo Bustin' checks, Bloomies and Saks I ran through FD yard north, exit on 96 Block endided, they raided and found 90 bricks Two-fifth, shoppin' at the mall back in '96 Puff and Biggie had the city thinkin' we can shine again Niggas.. we can shine again man, Harlem