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[Intro: Wiz Khalifa]
Yeah, yeahhh-ha-ha
There we go
Ha ha ha
(Renegade)
Ha ha ha

[Hook: Dave East]
Residue still on my hand
It feel like I’m back in the kitchen
Your bitch in the back of the Fisker
You can’t imagine the trenches
What you know about trappin’ and pitchin’?
Now I got em laughing up in the back of the Bentley
What you know about not having a penny?
Phone jumping gotta bag it up quickly

[Verse 1: Dave East]
Phone off, it was quiet for me
Don’t say you love me, you ain’t dying for me
I woke up this morning with a lot of money
I’m just selling game come and buy it from me
On my mama, your honor
I’m not gonna speak on a soul
They told me you reap what you sow
[?] my nigga, I’ll never forget all the times you took me where I needed to go
I woke this morning like fuck everybody and that’s how I knew that I needed to smoke
My niggas is felons you niggas is jealous and y’all just defining the meaning of broke
I’m gettin some brain, I pulled out my chain and she started lookin’ like she seen a ghost
Diamonds is cold like goin’ outside with no jacket and mama say you need a coat
I do not wanna be stuck in the hood all day I rather go jump off a boat
When the album dropping? All they wanna know
Two thousand for this Moncler coat
Mike Amiri cost me eighteen
That ain’t no shirt that was straight jeans
Pineapple Fanta when I be on it
But my little bitch she drinking straight lean

[Hook: Dave East]
Residue still on my hand
It feel like I’m back in the kitchen
Your bitch in the back of the Fisker
You can’t imagine the trenches
What you know about trappin’ and pitchin’?
Now I got em laughing up in the back of the Bentley
What you know about not having a penny?
Phone jumping gotta bag it up quickly

[Verse 2: Wiz Khalifa]
Ice hash in the bong
Take dabs til’ I’m gone
In the basement, growing base, this shit is strong like mase
Keep a low temp nail, ’cause it’s all about taste
I just did three mil’, did it all in one day
Hear em talk but I don’t believe him
New car so I’m gonna leave him
Talk down but they wanna be him, damn
They don’t go off like Khalifa man
2nd grade had two girlfriends
5th grade I was in Japan
Now I can never go broke again
I ain’t need no one to hold my hand (uh, fuck up off me)
If the weed good roll it then
Quick to turn a hater to a fan
Quick to get another million
Quick to spend it all with my fam
Quick to tell a nigga who I am
Quick to get my niggas out a jam
I’m a roll one
Pass it around, ain’t got lungs
You better grow some
I remember people lying to me
Now I force em’ all to stand in line
How he got a [?] but he flyin’
My nigga don’t text me right now I’m too high

[Verse 3: Dave East]
Phone off it was quiet for me
Don’t say you love me, you ain’t dying for me
I woke up this morning with a lot of money
I’m just selling game come and buy it from me
On my wrist, I put Patek Philippe now
Every day we can eat at Phillepe’s now
It’s hard to see through this weed cloud
I’m picking up bags when I leave town
A lot of hammers and a lot of lead
A lot of Phantoms and a lot of red
Without these cameras they’d be probably dead
Hard to keep my balance off a lot of meds
I’ve been that nigga since Simon Says
I heard you talk to a lot of feds
Bring your rent back to papi and gimme more
Fuck the re-up up at the Fendi store
Fuck the re-up up on Chanel
Fuck the re-up up on Vuitton
Last year I bet against the Cavaliers
I fucked the re-up on LeBron
We ain’t lookin’ for jobs livin’ like the mob
Hot temper keepin’ it calm
See I used to sleep in the slums
Now bitches chew me like a piece of some gum

[Hook: Dave East]
Residue still on my hand
It feel like I’m back in the kitchen
Your bitch in the back of the Fisker
You can’t imagine the trenches
What you know about trappin’ and pitchin’?
Now I got em laughing up in the back of the Bentley
What you know about not having a penny?
Phone jumping gotta bag it up quickly

[Verse 4: Dave East]
Phone off it was quiet for me
Don’t say you love me, you ain’t dying for me
I woke up this morning with a lot of money
I’m just selling game come and buy it from me
On my wrist I put Patek Philippe now
Every day we can eat at Phillepe’s now
It’s hard to see through this weed cloud
I’m picking up bags when I leave town
A lot of hammers and a lot of lead
A lot of Phantoms and a lot of red
Without these camera’s they’d be probably dead
Hard to keep my balance off a lot of meds
Perc’s, Xan’s, Lean, Perc’s
Without these camera’s they’d be probably dead
Hard to keep my balance off a lot of meds

[Hook: Dave East]
Residue still on my hand
It feel like I’m back in the kitchen
Your bitch in the back of the Fisker
You can’t imagine the trenches
What you know about trappin’ and pitchin’?
Now I got em laughing up in the back of the Bentley
What you know about not having a penny?
Phone jumping gotta bag it up quickly

[Outro: Dave East]
Bag that up

[Intro: Wiz Khalifa]
Yeah, yeahhh-ha-ha
There we go
Ha ha ha
(Renegade)
Ha ha ha

[Hook: Dave East]
Residue still on my hand
It feel like I’m back in the kitchen
Your bitch in the back of the Fisker
You can’t imagine the trenches
What you know about trappin’ and pitchin’?
Now I got em laughing up in the back of the Bentley
What you know about not having a penny?
Phone jumping gotta bag it up quickly

[Verse 1: Dave East]
Phone off, it was quiet for me
Don’t say you love me, you ain’t dying for me
I woke up this morning with a lot of money
I’m just selling game come and buy it from me
On my mama, your honor
I’m not gonna speak on a soul
They told me you reap what you sow
[?] my nigga, I’ll never forget all the times you took me where I needed to go
I woke this morning like fuck everybody and that’s how I knew that I needed to smoke
My niggas is felons you niggas is jealous and y’all just defining the meaning of broke
I’m gettin some brain, I pulled out my chain and she started lookin’ like she seen a ghost
Diamonds is cold like goin’ outside with no jacket and mama say you need a coat
I do not wanna be stuck in the hood all day I rather go jump off a boat
When the album dropping? All they wanna know
Two thousand for this Moncler coat
Mike Amiri cost me eighteen
That ain’t no shirt that was straight jeans
Pineapple Fanta when I be on it
But my little bitch she drinking straight lean

[Hook: Dave East]
Residue still on my hand
It feel like I’m back in the kitchen
Your bitch in the back of the Fisker
You can’t imagine the trenches
What you know about trappin’ and pitchin’?
Now I got em laughing up in the back of the Bentley
What you know about not having a penny?
Phone jumping gotta bag it up quickly

[Verse 2: Wiz Khalifa]
Ice hash in the bong
Take dabs til’ I’m gone
In the basement, growing base, this shit is strong like mase
Keep a low temp nail, ’cause it’s all about taste
I just did three mil’, did it all in one day
Hear em talk but I don’t believe him
New car so I’m gonna leave him
Talk down but they wanna be him, damn
They don’t go off like Khalifa man
2nd grade had two girlfriends
5th grade I was in Japan
Now I can never go broke again
I ain’t need no one to hold my hand (uh, fuck up off me)
If the weed good roll it then
Quick to turn a hater to a fan
Quick to get another million
Quick to spend it all with my fam
Quick to tell a nigga who I am
Quick to get my niggas out a jam
I’m a roll one
Pass it around, ain’t got lungs
You better grow some
I remember people lying to me
Now I force em’ all to stand in line
How he got a [?] but he flyin’
My nigga don’t text me right now I’m too high

[Verse 3: Dave East]
Phone off it was quiet for me
Don’t say you love me, you ain’t dying for me
I woke up this morning with a lot of money
I’m just selling game come and buy it from me
On my wrist, I put Patek Philippe now
Every day we can eat at Phillepe’s now
It’s hard to see through this weed cloud
I’m picking up bags when I leave town
A lot of hammers and a lot of lead
A lot of Phantoms and a lot of red
Without these cameras they’d be probably dead
Hard to keep my balance off a lot of meds
I’ve been that nigga since Simon Says
I heard you talk to a lot of feds
Bring your rent back to papi and gimme more
Fuck the re-up up at the Fendi store
Fuck the re-up up on Chanel
Fuck the re-up up on Vuitton
Last year I bet against the Cavaliers
I fucked the re-up on LeBron
We ain’t lookin’ for jobs livin’ like the mob
Hot temper keepin’ it calm
See I used to sleep in the slums
Now bitches chew me like a piece of some gum

[Hook: Dave East]
Residue still on my hand
It feel like I’m back in the kitchen
Your bitch in the back of the Fisker
You can’t imagine the trenches
What you know about trappin’ and pitchin’?
Now I got em laughing up in the back of the Bentley
What you know about not having a penny?
Phone jumping gotta bag it up quickly

[Verse 4: Dave East]
Phone off it was quiet for me
Don’t say you love me, you ain’t dying for me
I woke up this morning with a lot of money
I’m just selling game come and buy it from me
On my wrist I put Patek Philippe now
Every day we can eat at Phillepe’s now
It’s hard to see through this weed cloud
I’m picking up bags when I leave town
A lot of hammers and a lot of lead
A lot of Phantoms and a lot of red
Without these camera’s they’d be probably dead
Hard to keep my balance off a lot of meds
Perc’s, Xan’s, Lean, Perc’s
Without these camera’s they’d be probably dead
Hard to keep my balance off a lot of meds

[Hook: Dave East]
Residue still on my hand
It feel like I’m back in the kitchen
Your bitch in the back of the Fisker
You can’t imagine the trenches
What you know about trappin’ and pitchin’?
Now I got em laughing up in the back of the Bentley
What you know about not having a penny?
Phone jumping gotta bag it up quickly

[Outro: Dave East]
Bag that up

[Intro: Nas]
We gotta get it
They hated Esco
They hated Escobar
I’m still here
Dave East talk that talk
Streets need that;
NYC, L.A., Chicago, Detroit, the whole world
Lets get it

[Verse 1: Dave East]
I had a basic plan, get out the projects and never look back
Could still smell the aroma from when my uncle would cook crack
One conversation between homies, better yet brothers
That used to spend the night with each other
They moms was best friends
One name was Anthony, the hood called ’em Ant Live
Kept his pistol on ’em, so he bought a bigger pant size
He got a little colder the moment he watched his man die
That was ten years ago
Baby-face, wishing that his beard would grow
Now he throw a set up anywhere he go
He just a product of his environment
Told me he’d rather die than ever go to Rikers again
Did a bid, his celly was blood, he studied five percent
Came home, like let niggas see me, I’ll never ride with tint
Cory was his right-hand man, his mother up North
She was busting checks with the wrong nigga
He popped Xannys and he just want him some strong liquor
Lose the attitude, he miserable
For years he tried to get a lick or two
Moms begging he finish school, but non-sense he get into
Ant’ met Cory when they was kids with innocence
Ant’ hated his dad around ’cause that nigga was militant
Cory found a holder pass, some cash, they could triple it
Double it, stack it up, Cory ain’t never want to spend
Ant’ was blowing money fast, big Meeching when he shopped
Flashy nigga, body wrapped in diamonds, necklace, and the watch

[Hook: Dave East]
They hated Jesus, hated Malcolm, hated Martin
(They gon’ hate) eight niggas living in a two-bedroom apartment
No lights up in the crib, I guess I came up out the darkness
Mood change when I spark it, new Range, now I park it
They hated Jesus, hated Malcolm, hated Martin
(They gon’ hate) eight niggas living in a two-bedroom apartment
No lights up in the crib, I guess I came up out the darkness
Mood change when I spark it, new Range, now I park it

[Verse 2: Dave East]
Ant’ and Cory set up a trap, fiends in and out of that
No mask, stocking cap, they robbed him, but he got it back
Six in the morning with baggies on him was a way of life
Streets will teach you quick, ain’t nothing free, pay the price
Eviction notice in the kitchen, your bitch will stay the night
Cory had the sour with him, Ant’ fuck with ‘yola
Got kicked out his moms crib, she found a couple boulders
Locked up with killers up North, he rubbed a couple shoulders
Cory told Ant’ on the V I the block was changing
Ant’ told Cory be grateful, freedoms’ amazing
Three and half light bid, Ant’ stayed in drama
He was light skinned, outside before you niggas was typing
No MySpace
Cory and Ant’ had butter rockin’
The other younger niggas from the block, just loved to watch him
Couple hate us, but nothing major, they knew the streets
Niggas caught Cory, made him take off that new Philippe
Cory took it on the chin, he wasn’t new to beef
Killers kill you for talking, all you gotta do is speak
Thats a man down, Ant’ told Cory have the fam ’round
And keep on shitting on niggas until your pants brown
They hustle low, so much evidence that [?] found
Cory got nervous whenever they spun that Van ’round
They snatched him and talked about the way he got it
Broke the code, that was snitchin’, it ain’t no way around it

[Hook]
They hated Jesus, hated Malcolm, hated Martin
(They gon’ hate) eight niggas living in a two-bedroom apartment
No lights up in the crib, I guess I came up out the darkness
Mood change when I spark it, new Range, now I park it
They hated Jesus, hated Malcolm, hated Martin
(They gon’ hate) eight niggas living in a two-bedroom apartment
No lights up in the crib, I guess I came up out the darkness
Mood change when I spark it, new Range, now I park it

[Outro: Nas]
Ayo’ East
It’s your man, Nas Esco’
Keep doin’ what you do
Peace be on to you my young brother
Young king

[Skit: Dave East, Friend, Hater #1, Hater #2]
Yo what up, what’s cracking with you two niggas?
I heard y’all niggas ain’t get no ass last night?
Fuck outta here, my nigga
I got all the hoes nigga
My DM is crazy, nigga
Fuck is you talking about?
Bet you was DM’ing last night
Heard you my nigga what the screen name then?
Fuck outta here
Heard you nigga
Who this pullin’ up?
It look like the East nigga, hold up
Watch this nigga, hold up
Yooo!
Yo what’s up, my niggas?
Dave East, sup, nigga
Ahhhhhhh
This nigga in Harlem right here
What’s cracking, boy
What’s cracking, boy
Sup, nigga, what’s up
Court side, first game
I ain’t gon’ front, my nigga
This shit crazy right now for a nigga
Lil baby girl out there too, she’s beautiful
What you doing for moms and pops, bro
Niggas ain’t doin’ that
What you doin’ for moms and pops, bro, deadass, boy
I got to put on
It’s Harlem, baby
One of the last real niggas left
Nowhere in the world
This nigga got 10 chains on, boy
That shit crazy
Let niggas hold something
You out here, 10 chains on and shit
Oh these are some light shit I just got
I just picked this shit up this morning
That boy bus man
You can’t share with the hood, baby, what’s up?
I just picked this shit up this morning, man
Smoking that Cali shit where the moon rocks
I ain’t gon’ front, I didn’t even bring none of that shit back with me
Y’all good tho?
Everybody straight?
I’m ’bout to spin, I got some shit to do later
Love you, boy
My new shit ’bout to come out
Love you, boy
My new shit ’bout to drop
I got the "Paranoia" song, I already got that
Y’all niggas be cool
Y’all niggas be cool
Yo where Nas at?
Where Nas at tho?
Where Nas at bro?
He’s good in Harlem
Yo tell him come through, bro
That’s love, man
I can’t believe niggas showing love like that in the streets, man
We came a long way
Love, man, it’s crazy
Can’t believe you two niggas just went crazy like that, mean
Fuck you mean, nigga
Listen, man, listen, man
Fuck the Dave East nigga, bro
I ain’t gon’ front I don’t even know if that nigga from Harlem
Niggas ain’t got love for him
He be in Queens? Like how the fuck did he even meet Nas?
On some real shit
How did he meet him?
When you see the nigga out here shining or whatever, but fuck this nigga
All that 30 shit, man, I ain’t with that shit, my nigga
This my block, nigga
Fuck that 30 shit, nigga
Man, we let the nigga come through, we let him live
That’s the most he can do
I know he better put on for the hood
I got my lil’ homie, my lil’ homie
My lil’ nigga, I got, he got bars, my nigga
So if he don’t put on for my lil’ nigga, you know what time it is
Keep it cool
He know what it is
I swear he do
I swear
Nigga don’t come through no type of crazy way
Man I seen that protect too, need that joint
Man this nigga is not like that, like facts, bro
Like this nigga is not like that
You know I keep my shit on me 24/7
Shit got me hot, bro
Fuck this nigga
I ain’t say nothing to that nigga the whole time he was over here
Y’all niggas was going crazy
Saying he ain’t like that
Man, fuck that, let’s get this nigga next time he pull up
Heard niggas, bro
Heard niggas, bro
If y’all really feel like that
Keep that same energy when you see niggas, we keep it cool, bro, that’s all it is, like
You know how that shit go
We gon’ see them
Slap fire from this nigga, for real

[Intro: Dave East]
Got me peekin’ through the blinds like Malcolm
Forty on me

[Chorus: Dave East]
Paranoia gettin’ the best of me
I don’t want nobody next to me
Don’t talk unless you got a check for me
I don’t see nobody ahead of me
Foreigns, we jump out the back of ’em
I cannot wait ’til this pack is done
Don’t care if they foreign, we crashin’ ’em
Take a look at my bitch, ain’t a badder one
Paranoia gettin’ the best of me
I don’t want nobody next to me
Don’t talk unless you got a check for me
I don’t see nobody ahead of me
Foreigns, we jump out the back of ’em
I cannot wait ’til this pack is done
Don’t care if they foreign, we crashin’ ’em
Take a look at my bitch, ain’t a badder one

[Verse 1: Dave East]
I cannot wait ’til this pack is done
These niggas fuckin’ the package up
That bullshit they kickin’ ain’t adding up
Plus they don’t get no pussy like Magic’s son
Hundreds on hundreds, I stack it up
She bust that pussy then back it up
We standing on couches, we actin’ up
I don’t think these niggas mad enough
Patek cost me eighty, come add it up
Hands on my neck and my face, I got tatted up
I understand why they mad at us
But get out the way when the Phantom is backing up
You need to go on vacation and pack it up
Talkin’ ’bout drugs but these niggas ain’t trap enough
Niggas still tellin’, I guess they ain’t rat enough
Came a long way from them dimes in that Acura
So much ice, make ’em stare
Your wife got caught up in the lights like a deer
Living my life, though I know it ain’t fair
They think I’m from 12th Street, I run with no fear
See the borough from the Lear, yeah
Brown diamonds look like beer, clear
Shots’ll hit you, doctors screaming clear
I’m just paranoid, don’t believe in scared
I can see the dead

[Chorus: Dave East]
Paranoia gettin’ the best of me
I don’t want nobody next to me
Don’t talk unless you got a check for me
I don’t see nobody ahead of me
Foreigns, we jump out the back of ’em
I cannot wait ’til this pack is done
Don’t care if they foreign, we crashin’ ’em
Take a look at my bitch, ain’t a badder one
Paranoia gettin’ the best of me
I don’t want nobody next to me
Don’t talk unless you got a check for me
I don’t see nobody ahead of me
Foreigns, we jump out the back of ’em
I cannot wait ’til this pack is done
Don’t care if they foreign, we crashin’ ’em
Take a look at my bitch, ain’t a badder one

[Verse 2: Jeezy]
I made a million a million times
They must’ve snorted a million lines
Mind playin’ tricks, Willie D
Let my top down, ceiling me
Hermes, thirty on the hip
Vegas watch, hundred on the strip
Half a hundred hang up out the clip
Pop that pussy like I’m Uncle Luke
This marijuana got the best of me
When I land just have a vest for me
All these bad bitches wantin’ saving
All this money, it gon’ be the death of me
New Rollies for the gang gang
New chucks, yeah gang bang
Know some niggas down to hit the lick
Eighty-six a nigga for a brick

[Chorus: Dave East]
Paranoia gettin’ the best of me
I don’t want nobody next to me
Don’t talk unless you got a check for me
I don’t see nobody ahead of me
Foreigns, we jump out the back of ’em
I cannot wait ’til this pack is done
Don’t care if they foreign, we crashin’ ’em
Take a look at my bitch, ain’t a badder one
Paranoia gettin’ the best of me
I don’t want nobody next to me
Don’t talk unless you got a check for me
I don’t see nobody ahead of me
Foreigns, we jump out the back of ’em
I cannot wait ’til this pack is done
Don’t care if they foreign, we crashin’ ’em
Take a look at my bitch, ain’t a badder one