Dave East - My n***a Dead (Interlude) lyrics

[Intro] f** you looking at, n***a? I'm still tryna find out, n***a Hold on, hold on, hold on, wait Oh we got a problem here? We got a problem here? Holiday season [Verse 1: Dave East] I got the drop uptown, they said they robbing n***as (uptown) You want your block, you can't hustle until you find them n***as (find them n***as) Ignorant adolescence like in a father figure Life been kind of rough, couldn't find him smiling in all his pictures (at all) I can teach you how to drive, sit and park it with ya (c'mere) We fought before we was hitting, sh**, really off the liquor (bah, bah) Let me tell you about my man, he made his maths double (double) Like Biggie song, they shot his daughter in the calf muscle A hundred percent, wasn't the type to half-hustle Might die from greed, it's guaranteed if a bag touch you (bag) He was connected in Milwaukee, came back to Harlem Five fifty, the same colour, his coffin (brown) Packages was duct-taped, the whip had new car scent (new) Paranoid he circled the block before he parked it (paranoid) He usually would stop at the bodega 'fore he talked sh** A fiend peeped us early and told us, she saw a brick (word?) Comfortable, we slid through in a grey Lacoste fit Glock .40 on him, he been hearing n***as talk sh** Funny stares and whispers like every time he walk in It's hard to see if sharks in the water, don't see no shark fin n***as sit crowded at the lobby, he played the park bench Soon a n***a ratted, 10 years ago, they ain't talk since (not a word) Homie tried to speak and he ignored him They really don't be beefing, n***as be dying over boredom He recognised another kid that usually shop on Fordham (BX) Somethin' with this son, if he was dolo, he'd have called him Shawty really come from nothing, survival's exhausting Two options, go to court or get low in a coffin (get low) Body language different, he feeling like n***as talking Keep praying to Jesus, he feeling like n***as crossed him Hard to find his homies, he feeling like n***as lost him Connect said he would front him a brick, but it would cost him His connections from the mid-west just had him flossing (shine) Flexed on the plug, said he'd had enough, he could toss town Spanish n***a with him helped understand when they talking Connect kept telling jokes, he said he was Kevin Hart's friend Homie ain't come here for comedy show Catch a homie, get low Not even you mommy could now No business, this sh** was personal He in the trap with a brick, thinking 'bout if he spit, what would he get for a verse or two He'd invite some close friends, ride by in a hearse or two His life a movie, d**h just f**ed it up like commercials do He told his stupid n***a, I could work with you k** a n n***a that you got love for, that sh** hurt to do (it hurt) f** the emotions, we got work to move Still got his gun and his mans, he in a certain mood When he was starving, you get murked for food n***as caught him picking up his daughter, putting work at school They was aiming at his head and hit her in the leg Wasn't no money, it was just over some sh** he said (watch your mouth) The last time we spoke he said he'd try and get some bread I got off of tour, came home, found out my n***a dead [Outro] The sh** we go through, you know Can't make this sh** up Put the gun away, n***a Can we have one night with no fighting and nobody get shot? Shut up b**h Datpiff.com world premiere