Dave East - Maintain lyrics

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Dave East - Maintain lyrics

[Chorus: Bino Rideaux] Young n***a growin' up, now I just wear plain jane Them n***as ain't built like us, them n***as lame lame Money keep calling my line, just tell 'em the same thing Only break bread with my n***as, huh, gang gang Do it for the block young n***a, for the block young n***a, gang gang I was just focused, I was tryna get it, I was tryna maintain These n***as bogus, they be getting over, they be playing fame games I still feel the same pain [Verse 1: Bino Rideaux] I hop in that coupe and I can't hear the motor, I can't feel the lane change What happened to real n***as come first, explain things I'm tryna keep consistent with the sh** they tell me that the fame change n***as was with me, they be feeling different 'bout this sh** 'til change came Find me a b**h that never really been nowhere and take her way way Ain't got no time for nothing when you live life around the bank chase Can't take these b**hes too serious, these b**hes just play pay Young n***a made me, count up the day to day [Chorus: Bino Rideaux] Young n***a growin' up, now I just wear plain jane Them n***as ain't built like us, them n***as lame lame Money keep calling my line, just tell 'em the same thing Only break bread with my n***as, huh, gang gang Do it for the block young n***a, for the block young n***a, gang gang I was just focused, I was tryna get it, I was tryna maintain These n***as bogus, they be getting over, they be playing fame games I still feel the same pain [Verse 2: Dave East] I still feel the same thing We can't leave no witness I don't want to hit it, I just want some brain brain n***as keep talkin' 'bout they gettin' money Them n***as is lame lame Before all these foreigns I wasn't important Was hopping the train train Where I'm from you either slang ‘caine Play a sport or go and gang bang I did all three, I came right out of jail Then that's when my lane changed I got this guap, it's fallin' out my pockets You try me and I blew the same thing Already bust the Patek down It's time to go pick up the plain jane I be in hoods where you can't hang Throw up my hood, n***a gang gang [Chorus: Bino Rideaux] Young n***a growin' up, now I just wear plain jane Them n***as ain't built like us, them n***as lame lame Money keep calling my line, just tell 'em the same thing Only break bread with my n***as, huh, gang gang Do it for the block young n***a, for the block young n***a, gang gang I was just focused, I was tryna get it, I was tryna maintain These n***as bogus, they be getting over, they be playing fame games I still feel the same pain

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