[Dave East] This real life Change the way you look at shit, you know? I promise, uh (La Musica de Harry Fraud)
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[Dave East] We really took a trip to see what´s goin´ on Back and forth with niggas when it was goin´ wrong, I´d never put that on song (Never) Drinkin´ water, thoughts of gettin´ rich, I think of Porter (Porter) Really thought that I´d get rich off a dime ´fore I seen a quarter Tell me what you know about it? The lobby crowded, we in public housing The government assistin´ it, every day it´s some different shit (Every day) The cameras ain´t the only witnessin´, niggas talkin´ You get a job, might get a check, you wanna trap, might get a coffin (Yeah)
When that paper flowin´, party for a month straight like Rick James (Rick James) The feds is asking ´bout him, I just know ´em by his nickname (I don´t know) It wasn´t for this COVID shit, I´d probably be at the Knicks game (Right there) On the floor next to Spike Lee and a big chain, know that Masi made it Your man a rat, my only question is how you tolerate it? I´m always gon´ give back to the struggle ´cause I feel obligated Niggas ain´t wanna make a change until they heard Obama say it My uncle did forty years for nothin´, just got exonerated (Uncle Ric)
[Benny the Butcher]
The Butcher comin´, nigga Pablo and the Butcher, uh Yeah
[Benny the Butcher] They tell us lies and stare in our faces (Faces) But I ain´t scared, I´ma say it, niggas took our manual, tearin´ out pages (I know) Put us on lists and comparin´ our greatness But I´m like Mike, I feel like niggas couldn´t ball in the era I played in Still on the pavement, the hood gon´ cheer for the gangsters A miracle I made it, three albums up and six zeroes later I´m still goin´ up, but what I get for doin´ y´all heroes favors? (What the fuck I get?) Nothin´, the same shit I gave federal interrogators
Y´all scared of paper, y´all run the plug on for y´all need of paper Eyes closed, I can count from the sound when I hear the paper (Damn) It´s the Butcher, you know my verse a classic if Harry made it (Uh-huh) Old karma, give y´all niggas bad luck like a mirror breakin´ Heroin deals, bricks weighin´, background, my lyrics playin´ Just loud enough so nobody hear what they sayin´ (Uh-huh) Ask your label where is your advance (Where it´s at?), sittin´ here on my hands (It´s right here, nigga) Y´all niggas just trash or y´all got terrible fans, huh (Huh)