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Intro: DJ Holiday and Dave East]
Let me fix my motherfucking crown, nigga
Knock a little dust off this bitch
DJ Holiday
Dave East
King of Harlem
For all you niggas that hated
This yo’ karma, nigga
Uh
Started with nothing, now I’m up in Neiman’s with 20 bands
I did the [?] and we dried the coke with the ceiling fan
I got the drop on my target, my niggas was marching on Million Man
I’m up in Harlem with all of my diamonds…

[Verse: Dave East]
Uh
Started with nothing, now I’m up in Neiman’s with 20 bands
I did the [?] and we dried the coke with the ceiling fan
I got the drop on my target, my niggas was marching on Million Man
I’m up in Harlem with all of my diamonds on feeling like Killa Cam
Tell every nigga hating on me they could suck a dick
They know I could fuck they bitch
I probably hit me a hundred licks
We was really in that Crown Vic
All I need me is a down bitch
To take the product out of town quick
Can’t be nervous, you around this
Louis got me wearing brown kicks
Looking like I stepped in dog shit
Bringing all my niggas on the road with me, I ain’t chilling ’til we all rich
Nowadays, ain’t gotta call chicks
Porsche drop with the fog tints
Jumping out of it like a frog do, kiss the plug wife when I walked in
I ain’t got time for the talking
Killed them early, that’s abortion
Everyday a nigga fresh, looking like I stepped right up by the coffin
Told my driver back the Porsche in
You want a feature, can’t afford it
I bet I fuck her ’til the morning
This foreign like 100 horses
GG5 in the Backwood, got the car smelling like horse shit
All of my bitches is gorgeous
VVS is sitting flawless
I popped two percs and I’m nauseous
I got your bitch sitting court side
Fifty thousand to my lawyers the reason I’m sitting in court high
Karma
What goes around comes around, I hope you got some armor
Got yo’ bitch in Banihana, she tryna change me like Obama
Eyes on the Fendi monster, staring at you niggas staring at me
LV Supreme the bomb
Hot temper need to [?]
Most of my denim is Fear of God
Only thing I ever fear was God
It was so hard to go get it, y’all
If they had that powder, we get it hard
I ain’t got beef with no rap nigga
Say my name we gon’ go get him robbed
Diamonds cold like when the heater off
You got some money, nigga, we can talk
I don’t even take a weekend off
Everyday feel like a holiday
I’m only fucking with the legendary niggas, so I had to get with Holiday
I get the drop from a block away
You was that nigga, but not today
I’m in for the change, you here for the fame, if you in the game, learn how to play
All gas we don’t touch breaks
I wore Gucci for two months straight
12 pounds in a Mustang
Your hands never touched weight
Your hands never touched guap
Downtown on a dust block
Hear this blowin’ if this truck stop
Two words, nigga, "fuck cops"
Catch you lackin’ by the bus stop
Awaiting on your train, homie
Blue and whites askin’ ’bout me in the streets, but they ain’t got a thing on me
Just trappin’ like they ain’t on us
Not a day I step out and they ain’t on me
This nut in my pocket enormous
State to state with the Glock while I’m touring

[Outro: DJ Holiday]
This that Karma shit
All you lil niggas move over, let the big dogs eat
It’s the big dog table
You don’t belong here
Dave East
Shit
Holiday
East side of Harlem

[Verse 1]
Starry, starry night
Paint your palette blue and gray
Look out on a summer’s day
With eyes that know the darkness in my soul
Shadows on the hills
Sketch the trees and the daffodils
Catch the breeze and the winter chills
In colors on the snowy linen land

[Chorus]
Now I understand
What you tried to say to me
And how you suffered for your sanity
And how you tried to set them free
They would not listen, they did not know how
Perhaps they’ll listen now

[Verse 2]
Starry, starry night
Flaming flowers that brightly blaze
Swirling clouds in a violet haze
Reflect in Vincent’s eyes of china blue
Colors changing hue
Morning fields of amber grain
Weathered faces lined in pain
Are soothed beneath the artist’s loving hand

[Chorus]
Now I understand
What you tried to say to me
And how you suffered for your sanity
And how you tried to set them free
They would not listen, they did not know how
Perhaps they’ll listen now

[Bridge]
For they could not love you
But still your love was true
And when no hope was left in sight
On that starry, starry night
You took your life, as lovers often do
But I could’ve told you, Vincent
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you

[Verse 3]
Starry, starry night
Portraits hung in empty halls
Frameless heads on nameless walls
With eyes that watch the world and can’t forget
Like the strangers that you’ve met
The ragged men in ragged clothes
The silver thorn on the bloody rose
Lie crushed and broken on the virgin snow

[Outro]
Now I think I know
What you tried to say to me
And how you suffered for your sanity
And how you tried to set them free
They would not listen, they’re not listening still
Perhaps they never will

[Intro: T.I.]
Man, aye
It’s really like Hustle Gang everything
I don’t want no peon round me
Only bosses in my clique, you know what I’m saying?
Get your own shit, run the bag, yo niggaa

[Chorus]
And we got what these niggas ain’t got, we got money
(Boy, you know you don’t want no smoke)
And we got what these niggas ain’t got, we got power
(Fuck you, niggaa, you don’t want no smoke)
And we got what these niggas ain’t got, we got respect
(Hey shorty, you know you don’t want no smoke)
And we got what these niggas ain’t got, aye

[Post-Chorus]
Anyway, what you gonna say?
Foreign boo in our ride, we just gon’ run and play
My bitch is foreign, get your cake up
(But you know you don’t want no smoke)
Hustle Gang over everything, shorty you know you don’t want no smoke
(Shorty, you know you don’t want no smoke)

[Verse 1: Dro]
This is a rap, this is a trap
That’s lame hoe, she volunteered in the camp
They call me Dro, this a four four
I’m with a out of town broad, she don’t go-go
Stick like a cactus, blow you off the atlas
Run upon you with that Draco
I got my ratchet and I’m rockin’ Coogi
Don’t make me act a fool, don’t make me unload this uzi
I go for the kick, I die for the kick, get money
We saw light on the haze, I shoot ’em the back of the face
I be the first nigga that’s catching a case
I stalk through the hood, get a QP, I’m so G
You can not do me, I’m a certified gangsta
And I’m sponsored by Louis and Ralph
And I’m on they tanner, make them pull them bands out
Make her only stand out, man, what the plan now
Keys in my hand, thirty bricks up in the van now
Fuck you saying now, me and T.I.P. gon’ cash out

[Chorus]
And we got what these niggas ain’t got, we got money
(But you know you don’t want no smoke)
And we got what these niggas ain’t got, we got power
(Fuck you, niggaa, you don’t want no smoke)
And we got what these niggas ain’t got, we got respect
(Hey shorty, you know you don’t want no smoke)
And we got what these niggas ain’t got, aye

[Verse 2: T.I.]
Still do it, looking like I steal your hoe
Still looking, still sing and hear bro
Ain’t hear raise zone
And I know it
Ship it in here like a fake cake
He’s making me a head-case, I think he Fed, bae
You sayin’ he your homeboy, I say he dead weight
No doubt about it, man I bought a new Bentley just so I can be proud about it
Knew it from the beginning that beginning, handle my business
Get all your money and do your time if you get it
Play your position and play dumb as a witness
Stay reminiscing but cap a line for nutrition
Jab it and double what you mean and bail road
R.I.P., O-G-D free me, free Roscoe too, Long Live King Truth
One too many millionaires still rapping
Make you Feel it in the Air Tonight like Phil Collins
Here it coming, pull on you with your side bitch like we got problems
Pistol better not be where you’re riding
You drove all the way and put it on a side bitch
You mean a doe hoe in the red Bentley truck for Saturday, yeah

[Chorus]
And we got what these niggas ain’t got, we got money
(But you know you don’t want no smoke)
And we got what these niggas ain’t got, we got power
(Fuck you, niggaa, you don’t want no smoke)
And we got what these niggas ain’t got, we got respect
(Hey shorty, you know you don’t want no smoke)
And we got what these niggas ain’t got, see

[Verse: ]
Full money and power, niggas gonna respect you regardless
Fell sleep last night when I was alone in the car
Whole army of shooters and Wassi’s the sergeant
Too hot, you’ve gotta blow it like a sacred cartridge
Hey, I’m a giant, y’all real small, I cut my hands off before I fear y’all
You suckers ain’t trillville
My chrome still will get to singin’ like Johnny Gil
Nigga, get it how you live it in the street for real
Not the industry, that’s the difference
P gang no sure for hanging, I bet you did
Demanding my respect, niggas dropping, they gon’ get it
I don’t just rap about it, my city’ll tell you that I live it [?]

[Chorus]
And we got what these niggas ain’t got, we got money
(But you know you don’t want no smoke)
And we got what these niggas ain’t got, we got power
(Fuck you, nigga, you don’t want no smoke)
And we got what these niggas ain’t got, we got respect
(Hey shorty, you know you don’t want no smoke)
And we got what these niggas ain’t got, aye
[?]
(But you know you don’t want no smoke)
[?]
(Shorty, you know you don’t want no smoke)
[?]
(Hey shorty, you know you don’t want no smoke)

[Intro: T.I.]
Man, aye
It’s really like Hustle Gang everything
I don’t want no peon round me
Only bosses in my clique, you know what I’m saying?
Get your own shit, run the bag, yo niggaa

[Chorus]
And we got what these niggas ain’t got, we got money
(Boy, you know you don’t want no smoke)
And we got what these niggas ain’t got, we got power
(Fuck you, niggaa, you don’t want no smoke)
And we got what these niggas ain’t got, we got respect
(Hey shorty, you know you don’t want no smoke)
And we got what these niggas ain’t got, aye

[Post-Chorus]
Anyway, what you gonna say?
Foreign boo in our ride, we just gon’ run and play
My bitch is foreign, get your cake up
(But you know you don’t want no smoke)
Hustle Gang over everything, shorty you know you don’t want no smoke
(Shorty, you know you don’t want no smoke)

[Verse 1: Dro]
This is a rap, this is a trap
That’s lame hoe, she volunteered in the camp
They call me Dro, this a four four
I’m with a out of town broad, she don’t go-go
Stick like a cactus, blow you off the atlas
Run upon you with that Draco
I got my ratchet and I’m rockin’ Coogi
Don’t make me act a fool, don’t make me unload this uzi
I go for the kick, I die for the kick, get money
We saw light on the haze, I shoot ’em the back of the face
I be the first nigga that’s catching a case
I stalk through the hood, get a QP, I’m so G
You can not do me, I’m a certified gangsta
And I’m sponsored by Louis and Ralph
And I’m on they tanner, make them pull them bands out
Make her only stand out, man, what the plan now
Keys in my hand, thirty bricks up in the van now
Fuck you saying now, me and T.I.P. gon’ cash out

[Chorus]
And we got what these niggas ain’t got, we got money
(But you know you don’t want no smoke)
And we got what these niggas ain’t got, we got power
(Fuck you, niggaa, you don’t want no smoke)
And we got what these niggas ain’t got, we got respect
(Hey shorty, you know you don’t want no smoke)
And we got what these niggas ain’t got, aye

[Verse 2: T.I.]
Still do it, looking like I steal your hoe
Still looking, still sing and hear bro
Ain’t hear raise zone
And I know it
Ship it in here like a fake cake
He’s making me a head-case, I think he Fed, bae
You sayin’ he your homeboy, I say he dead weight
No doubt about it, man I bought a new Bentley just so I can be proud about it
Knew it from the beginning that beginning, handle my business
Get all your money and do your time if you get it
Play your position and play dumb as a witness
Stay reminiscing but cap a line for nutrition
Jab it and double what you mean and bail road
R.I.P., O-G-D free me, free Roscoe too, Long Live King Truth
One too many millionaires still rapping
Make you Feel it in the Air Tonight like Phil Collins
Here it coming, pull on you with your side bitch like we got problems
Pistol better not be where you’re riding
You drove all the way and put it on a side bitch
You mean a doe hoe in the red Bentley truck for Saturday, yeah

[Chorus]
And we got what these niggas ain’t got, we got money
(But you know you don’t want no smoke)
And we got what these niggas ain’t got, we got power
(Fuck you, niggaa, you don’t want no smoke)
And we got what these niggas ain’t got, we got respect
(Hey shorty, you know you don’t want no smoke)
And we got what these niggas ain’t got, see

[Verse: ]
Full money and power, niggas gonna respect you regardless
Fell sleep last night when I was alone in the car
Whole army of shooters and Wassi’s the sergeant
Too hot, you’ve gotta blow it like a sacred cartridge
Hey, I’m a giant, y’all real small, I cut my hands off before I fear y’all
You suckers ain’t trillville
My chrome still will get to singin’ like Johnny Gil
Nigga, get it how you live it in the street for real
Not the industry, that’s the difference
P gang no sure for hanging, I bet you did
Demanding my respect, niggas dropping, they gon’ get it
I don’t just rap about it, my city’ll tell you that I live it [?]

[Chorus]
And we got what these niggas ain’t got, we got money
(But you know you don’t want no smoke)
And we got what these niggas ain’t got, we got power
(Fuck you, nigga, you don’t want no smoke)
And we got what these niggas ain’t got, we got respect
(Hey shorty, you know you don’t want no smoke)
And we got what these niggas ain’t got, aye
[?]
(But you know you don’t want no smoke)
[?]
(Shorty, you know you don’t want no smoke)
[?]
(Hey shorty, you know you don’t want no smoke)

[Hook]
Baby do you like ice cream
I got Ice Cream and my Breitling
Shawty gon’ eat me like some ice cream
Kids running down on the truck like I got ice cream
Shawty wanna lick me like some ice cream
Im my freezer a whole bunch of ice cream
What goes good with dope smokes – ice cream
I’m fucking Bathing Ape in some ice cream

[Verse: Chief Keef]
She gone lick on my popsicle
She ride me like I’m a bicycle
You know I was with it from the get go
For my chain with some shells on some Citgo

And my magazine longer than a push pop
Niggas see us and they start to kick rocks
I put 40 pointers on a fuckin lil clock
And you should know that your bitch is a lil bop

[Hook]
Baby do you like ice cream
I got Ice Cream and my Breitling
Shawty gon’ eat me like some ice cream
Kids running down on the truck like I got ice cream
Shawty wanna lick me like some ice cream
Im my freezer a whole bunch of ice cream
What goes good with dope smokes – ice cream
I’m fucking Bathing Ape in some ice cream

[Verse 2: Young Chop]
Baby told me eat me I’m an ice cream
You will never met a nigga like me
Your nigga wanna beat her like me
Baby ’cause nigga is so icy
Niggas be talking – they lyin’
One nigga’s lied to be ice cream
My diamonds on [?] they like ice cream
A lil bitch [?] like ice cream

[Bridge: Young Chop]
I think i’m too damn high – i need some ice cream
Babygirl you looking good just like some ice cream
And my diamonds looking fresh just like some ice cream
Boy you [?]
Got your bitch up on my dick I can’t get her off me
She keep calling on my line she steady stalking
Told that bitch to get out my crib get to walking
She was going too damn crazy eating all the ice cream

[Hook]
Baby do you like ice cream
I got Ice Cream and my Breitling
Shawty gon’ eat me like some ice cream
Kids running down on the truck like I got ice cream
Shawty wanna lick me like some ice cream
Im my freezer a whole bunch of ice cream
What goes good with dope smokes – ice cream
I’m fucking Bathing Ape in some ice cream