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dave east - day i die lyrics

(intro)
started with nothing
talking this, talking that,talk that money, n-gg-!
huh?

(bridge)
in the ghetto sh-t gets real, i don’t care how n-gg-s feel
heavy metal sits you still, kiss the devil in the grill
pop a pill, smoke the blunt, take a shot, shake the spot
all these cameras make you hot, i bet these hammers make ‘em dry

(verse)
i got my shades on, and this head is strong
them diamonds black just like akon
i know killers beats, let’s not rate p-rn
head in my lap like her face gone
made 8 songs that’s like 8 bomb
just gotta make it, no trey songz
beat knocking that base strong
from the same town that put mays on
and he came too, i smoke bamboo till them brains too
stop copying what your man do
most count all the b-tches i ran through
og kush from oakland, take that to the head like shampoo
grand crew free max beat, all this paper coming in tax free

(hook)
i started with a whole lot of nothing
now i’m trying to take everything they got
these n-gg-s do a whole lot of fronting
coming from the bottom, starving and take their spot!
all i wanna do is touch a million dollars before the day i die
all i wanna do is touch a billion dollars before the day i die
started with the whole lot of nothing,
now i’m trying to take everything they got
these n-gg-s do a whole lot of fronting
coming from the bottom, starving and take their spot!
all i wanna do is touch a million dollars before the day i die
all i wanna do is touch a billion dollars before the day i die

(bridge)
in the ghetto sh-t gets real, i don’t care how n-gg-s feel
heavy metal sits you still, kiss the devil in the grill
pop a pill, smoke a blunt, take a shot, shake the spot
all these cameras make you hot, i bet these hammers make ‘em dry

(verse)
i started back in the ’87
i was eleven with a mac ’11
i was more about getting paid
but before the folks i kept the weapons
trying to flip big daddy cane
n-gg- what, no head stepping
then i switch to moving grain, hesitate, i got connected
i hustle hard, all these minds, check 16 i was on the cars
’90 lumina ,impala on the rise
man, this child had a different meaning
when you see him shoot for the stars
man, it wasn’t about no dreaming, it was about killing mars
f-cked up when i look back
with folds got his sh-t crack
ma’am, we ain’t had no daddy, n-body tell us to get back
all we knew was two eleven, one eighty-seven and kick backs
that sucks when i’m trying to sleep, and i’m still hearin’ them click clacks

(verse)
i don’t need your hand shakes and your fake love
your fake dust got real heat
n-gg-s f-ck you up and then still speak
she sucked me up, till i feel weak
she nasty, but i love it
my shooter with me in public
coming from where the house was public
got myself popping n-gg- with no budget!
got them five o, so i ride slow
smoking hydro till my eyes low
would it take the bull, hesitate the bull
so just save the bull for chicago
get wrapped up like a job roll
younger, rich, poor the flow sin
he cooking up for the fortune
but better ya afford a coffin
recorders often to catch you
so watch who you stay next to
extended clips that will strech you
shots get send just like a b-tch text you
these streets better know my story
dedication, p-ssion and glory
glock 9 so clutch robbery
get us my bike, don’t step on my morris n-gg-!

- dave east lyrics

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