Soundtracks - Nycha by Dave East ft Nas lyrics

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Soundtracks - Nycha by Dave East ft Nas lyrics

[Verse 1: Dave East] We living life like we stars Constantly medical come right out them jars Deserve a medal for surviving these scars I'm ducking trifling broads The gun store ain't seen a rifle this large Computer thugs you n***as typing too hard We backspace and delete a n***a Them A list parties I never see them n***as That weed and liquor blurry your vision You'll never see the picture Don't be defensive, L told me n***a just be consistent From Little Caesar's splitting n***as change you see 'em different Aim for the top though First cla** plane to Morocco The change came I ain't change I might cop a Pica**o I'm after bags I'm eating crabs on blocks they will not go These n***as sad And you can smell it on me I am not broke Roll up the nitro, only copping coke when the price low In the Maybach told the driver follow where Artie Bike go Learn survival before you meet your idols as far as I know This pistol my insurance ain't no need for calling Geico [Chorus: Dave East] Take you to kitchens where they actually cook Nobody knew you then you had to get booked Shoot at the car, hit the driver Now the pa**enger shook This pack just came in from Cali I ain't pa**ing this kush Remember sitting in the court like damn I'm back in these cuffs From having arguments with smokers I ain't have enough dust Early morning 50 baggies hit the Ave in a rush We tryna get it might do credit Just don't ask for too much Hundreds we touch [Verse 2: Nas] New York City housing authority honor me Property of the ghetto Choppers popping I should receive a medal for surviving If you snooze, sleep with your snub nose I did receive a medal from Harvard and rose above those Obstacle courses where cops and shots'll stop you from reaching your full potential You dreaming, life'll pinch you This with no sheet of paper No pen or pencil, straight off the mental Off the fly Often they falsify what they been through I'm on that old flyness Sliding in Benzes Minding my business My time is expensive My dogs locked down they surviving through pictures We wish we could break the bars, the law's extensive My mind gotta be twisted You dealing with sickos, psychos (?), 12, Teflon vest for your chest in this hell He wearing beads on his neck to cast away the spells And tattoos of his loved ones that they resting well [Chorus: Dave East] I could take you to kitchens where they actually cook Nobody knew you then you had to get booked Shoot at the car, hit the driver Now the pa**enger shook This pack just came in from Cali I ain't pa**ing this kush Remember sitting in the court like damn I'm back in these cuffs From having arguments with smokers I ain't have enough dust Early morning 50 baggies hit the Ave in a rush We tryna get it might do credit Just don't ask for too much Hundreds we touch [Verse 3: Dave East] I been rushing lately, the jungle crazy On 10th Street leaning heavy, I pa** the gun to shady My shorty want me Twin 40's on me, I'm touching 80 Ten thousand cash on me daily, I must be f**ing crazy The ladies love me lately bu*ter Mercedes, (?) with a touch of gravy That's brown seats The motto is still f** you, just pay me My neighbor addicted to water, he stuck in the Navy Same block where you could lose your life I be comfortable baby My b**h is way badder than yours, tell me why would I stare Never dying my hair I wake up, get high as a Lear You looking at me too long, n***as die for a stare Drano said he like them Giuseppe's, I'ma buy him a pair I'ma run my city to the point I get high with the mayor This ain't Roc-A-Fella But we forming a Dynasty here Triangle, smoke choke 'em, I watch them guys strangle Lost five of my closest Now I know I got five angels [Chorus: Dave East] I could take you to kitchens where they actually cook Nobody knew you then you had to get booked Shoot at the car, hit the driver Now the pa**enger shook This pack just came in from Cali I ain't pa**ing this kush Remember sitting in the court like damn I'm back in these cuffs From having arguments with smokers I ain't have enough dust Early morning 50 baggies hit the Ave in a rush We tryna get it might do credit Just don't ask for too much Hundreds we touch [Outro: Dave East] Hundreds we touch, I could, I could Hundreds we touch I might do credit, might do credit... Just don't ask for too much Hundreds we touch I might do credit, might do credit... Hundreds we touch Hundreds we touch Gotta be a real n***as to feel a real n***a All you weirdos, huh, you'll never get it Eastside, (?), Dirt Gang, (?)...

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