Dave East - The Offering lyrics

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Dave East - The Offering lyrics

[Intro] Uh Now I'm living righteous Writing kites, my cousin's lifeing Not a b**h I've thought of wifeing Nah man, I ain't that, I ain't that Cut that sh** out of here, man (That sh** is hot, man!) I ain't f**ing with that one, man f** it k**ing flows Kilos coming in Hovering over balconies In public I'm disguised I know these n***as is out for me (Woohoo!) Damn, that neither, man! (I was f**in' with that!) Gotta give ‘em something different {Get that sh** out o' here?} Oh! [Verse 1] Uh! Retro Jordans from Ninety-One Balmain jeans with the zipper I'm from a grimy slum (East side!) Where they get your mommy hung Chain smoking that potent Like I ain't got a lung Play tough if you want Shots fly, them n***as gotta run (prrr!) Jim Carrey, put on my mask, pull out a Tommy gun Morgue's running out of space The East is where them bodies from Heard he likes to talk, torture tactic We'll rip out his tongue ‘Til I'm dead, I'm after bread I come from without a crumb (nothing!) Not gonna need a baker, sipping white Remy Jordan was the man, yea but n***as liked Penny You've been afraid No lemonade, I live my life simply n***as dying over Cee-Lo, call it dice envy {get your head cracked!} Walking out of Bloomie's, mad brown bags I know some n***as into swiping, but we're ‘round cash (we're good) I'm still the same, them n***as changed ‘s soon as they found cash Broke it down to onions, we're pumping One day that pound last (Yea!) [Hook 1] Started on the corner Now I'm in them offices, they're offering Now I hear them whisper when I'm walking in It ain't safe in the area my apartment's in Harlem Started on the corner (uh) Started on the corner (uh) Started on the corner Now I'm in them offices, they're offering (Light it!) [Verse 2] Heart on freezer Pies get delivered to your door like pizza (uh) Henny got me leaning like that tower out in Piza (leaning) n***as wasn't f**ing with me, now they're all believers (right) Speak my pain He got game, I feel like Jesus Just couldn't relate, ain't never listened to Yeezus (never) Still got connects with dope, Sour in the freezer FoodSaver sealers and some scissors, thank you Jesus I ain't meet her once, tatted my name right on her cleavage Kush got me talkin' to nutso, like “are we even?” Retaliation as soon as they hit us, no time for grieving My youngin's seventeen, he'll shoot you without a reason In the jungle all my life, ain't never seen Tarzan (never) Pull up on n***as and hear my sh** up in the car playing Thinking they're fresh, shorty got k**ed up in that park playing I've seen that same sh** happen uptown, look what my heart's painting [Hook 2] (You see it) Started on the corner (On the corner) Now I'm in them offices, they're offering (uh) Now I hear them whisper when I'm walking in (I hear them talking) It ain't safe in the area my apartment's in Harlem Started on the corner Started on the corner (Buda!) Started on the corner (East side!) Now I'm in them offices, they're offering (Light it!) [Outro] I'm a nice n***a all around, dawg I write songs, I write R&B, I write everything I look better than them n***as That's why them n***as don't want me in the front ‘Cause I look better than them n***as And when you look better and get all the b**hes n***as don't want you in the front Became a boss since the last time you met me, man Things have changed, man n***as running around talking about ‘I'm a hood n***a,' man I run an organization, man The streets is mine, man I make, I make—I make bread And I, and I, like, n***as follow me, man I'm a boss! I'm not with that—it's never, it's never, nothing, no more I look like a boss, I feel like a boss, I taste like a boss, n***a

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