Day I Die

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Dave East

David Brewster Jr. (born June 3, 1988), better known by his stage name Dave East, is an American rapper from Harlem, New York. He gained attention in 2014 from his mixtape Black Rose. Since the release of his mixtape, East has been signed to rapper Nas' label Mass Appeal Records and has made a number of guest appearances. In 2016, East was chosen as part of the XXL magazine's 2016 Freshman Class. In September 2016, he signed to Def Jam Recordings. more »

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Started with nothin'
Talkin' this, talkin' that
Talk that money, nigga!
Huh?

In the ghetto shit get real, I dont care how niggas feel
Heavy metal sit you still; kiss the devil in the grille
Pop a pill, smoke a blunt, take a shot, shake the spot
All these cameras make shit hot, I bet these hammers make 'em drop

I got my shades on, and this haze strong, and them diamonds black, just like Akon
I know killers bees that's not Raekwon
Head in my lap, like her face gone
Made eight songs, that's like eights bombs
Just gotta make it, no Trey Songz
Beat knockin', that base strong
From the same town that put Ma$e on (put Ma$e on?)
And he Cam' too; I smoke bamboo til' them grams through
Stop copying what your man do
Lost count of all the bitches I ran through
O-G Kush from Oakland, take that to the head like shampoo
Grand Crew, free Max B
All this paper coming in tax free

Started with a whole lotta nothing
Now I'm tryin' to take everything they got
These niggas do a whole lotta frontin'
Comin' from the bottom, starvin' to take they spot
All I wanna do is touch a million dollars 'fore the day I die
All I wanna do is touch a billion dollars 'fore the day I die
Started with a whole lotta nothing
Now I'm tryin' to take everything they got
These niggas do a whole lotta frontin'
Comin' from the bottom, starvin' to take they spot
All I wanna do is touch a million dollars 'fore the day I die
All I wanna do is touch a billion dollars 'fore the day I die

In the ghetto shit get real, I dont care how niggas feel
Heavy metal sit you still; kiss the devil in the grille
Pop a pill, smoke a blunt, take a shot, shake the spot
All these cameras make shit hot, I bet these hammers make 'em drop

It started back on '87; I was eleven with a Mac-eleven
I was more about gettin' paper
But for the folks, I kept a weapon
Trying to flip Big Daddy Cane
Nigga wasn't no half-steppin'
Then I switch to moving green; as a teen I got connected
I hustled hard, on these (?)
At sixteen I was ownin' cars; '90 Lumina, Impala
Man, the Chi had a different meaning, when they said "shoot for the stars"
Man, it wasn't about no dreamin', it was about killin' Mars
Fucked up, when I look back, when (?) got his shit cracked
Man, we ain't had no daddy, nobody tell us to get back
All we knew was two-elevens, one-eighty-sevens, and kick-backs
Now it sucks when I'm tryin' to sleep and I'm still hearin' them click-clacks

Started with a whole lotta nothing
Now I'm tryin' to take everything they got
These niggas do a whole lotta frontin'
Comin' from the bottom, starvin' to take they spot
All I wanna do is touch a million dollars 'fore the day I die
All I wanna do is touch a billion dollars 'fore the day I die
Started with a whole lotta nothing
Now I'm tryin' to take everything they got
These niggas do a whole lotta frontin'
Comin' from the bottom, starvin' to take they spot
All I wanna do is touch a million dollars 'fore the day I die
All I wanna do is touch a billion dollars 'fore the day I die

In the ghetto shit get real, I dont care how niggas feel
Heavy metal sit you still; kiss the devil in the grille
Pop a pill, smoke a blunt, take a shot, shake the spot
All these cameras make shit hot, I bet these hammers make 'em drop

I don't need your handshakes and your fake love
Ya'll fake thugs, ya'll grille heat
Niggas f*ck you up and then still speak
She sucked me off til' I feel weak
She nasty, but I love it
My shooter with me in public
Comin' from where the housing was public
Got myself popping, nigga, with no budget
Duckin' five-oh, so I ride slow
Smoking hydro, til' my eyes low
What it take to pull, hesitate to pull
So just save the bull for Chicago
Get wrapped up like gyro
Younger, rich, poor they flossin'
He couldn't afford a fortune, but bet he afford a coffin
Recorders all finna catch you, so watch who you stand next to
Extended clips that'll stretch you
Shots get sent just like a bitch text you
These streets 'bout to know my story; dedication, passion and glory
Glock-nine so clutch, Rob Horry
Gators might bite; don't step on my Mauri's, nigga

Started with a whole lotta nothing
Now I'm tryin' to take everything they got
These niggas do a whole lotta frontin'
Comin' from the bottom, starvin' to take they spot
All I wanna do is touch a million dollars 'fore the day I die
All I wanna do is touch a billion dollars 'fore the day I die
Started with a whole lotta nothing
Now I'm tryin' to take everything they got
These niggas do a whole lotta frontin'
Comin' from the bottom, starvin' to take they spot
All I wanna do is touch a million dollars 'fore the day I die
All I wanna do is touch a billion dollars 'fore the day I die

In the ghetto shit get real, I dont care how niggas feel
Heavy metal sit you still; kiss the devil in the grille
Pop a pill, smoke a blunt, take a shot, shake the spot
All these cameras make shit hot, I bet these hammers make 'em drop

Man, I feel like shit nuttier than a motherfucker at the moment, you know I'm talkin' 'bout?
Motherfuckers lookin', spectulatin', and talkin' about what's goin' on in the motherfuckin' city
That's my city, you know what I'm talkin' bout?
At the end of the day, this shit been goin' on, man
Motherfuckers just ain't have no YouTube, you know what I'm talkin' 'bout?
Shit, don't be surprised; ya'll motherfuckers took away all the motherfuckin' fathers
Locked 'em up or introduced them to that motherfuckin' crack
And now here we is, God dammit; we out here like that, God dammit
At the kick-back with nobody tellin' us to get back, you know what I'm talkin' 'bout?
Shit, man we gotta stop pointin' the motherfuckin' finger, man
And accept responsibility for this shit that's goin' on, boy
Man up, motherfuckin' ban up. Cathedral to the congregation. Ism!

It's Dave East and G-L-C
Shout out to all the young playas out here gettin' it
Church!

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