Top Songs By Dave East
Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Dave East
Vocals
Mike & Keys
Performer
Stacy Barthe
Background Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Stacy Barthe
Songwriter
David Brewster
Songwriter
Michael Ray Cox Jr.
Songwriter
John Groover
Songwriter
Darius Barnes
Songwriter
Darius Brown
Songwriter
Ricardo Brown, Jr.
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Mike & Keys
Producer
Phonix Beats
Producer
Christopher Anthems
Mixing Engineer
John Sparkz
Mastering Engineer
Lyrics
Uh (Mike & Keys, Mike & Keys)
They'll never take me alive from where the skinny niggas slide (uh)
Songs with Mary J. Blige, seen 'em die over they pride (uh)
I can never confide (never), in authority, not the kind
Me and Ro was just buildin', that's my ahk, but he call me "Slime" (hey)
Had to get out and grind, watch family cross the line (uh)
I could never co-sign, your name on that dotted line (I can't)
Every time I got bail, momma would tell me, "Be calm"
I was destined to fail, but the Lord allowed me to shine (shine)
We was low the 'jects, you seen what happened? Never mind
Now they throwin' me sex, I'm like a tree they tryna climb (ow)
Niggas knew I was next
You resemble rats and pigs, a cobra at best (snake)
Send your driver with a wig, go on and chauffeur your death (boom)
Sometimes I get in my feelings, I think no one is left (no one)
It feel like everyone gone (everybody)
Aunt Barbara told me I was right, and everyone wrong (Barb')
Back when Chet was in the Navy, Halle Berry was on (uh)
Brian left, I seen my pops cry, dead in his arms
2008, Barbara left, thought I would never move on (never)
Life's crazy, memories buried, some of them clear
Pops raised me (uh), so did the block, nothin' I fear
I'm Swayze (I'm Swayze, nigga)
The ghosts of these niggas lookin' for Demi Moore (come on)
The Henny poured when the brodie died, then we did some more (did some more)
Death over designer, died with his Fendi on
I hate rats, I don't like when my daughter put Mickey on (I hate it)
Ah-oh, oh-ah
Ah-oh, oh-ah
Ah-oh, oh-ah
Ah-oh, oh-ah (yeah, uh)
They got me mobbin' like I'm low and ready to get my slug on (ah)
I load my clip and slip my motherfuckin' gloves on
I ain't scared like the last nigga if they test me (not me)
Trust, niggas never wanna discuss the way they left me (nah)
Dust, I left them motherfuckers while I'm smashed (skrrt)
Ramadan is on my mind, don't need no problems fast (Inshallah)
Mafioso, like the Genovese (uh)
Came up from nothin', niggas never gave me anything (nah)
Don't talk about it, I get mad
Lord done blessed me with this paper (blessed me)
Had to be the way I am, it's in my nature (it's in my nature)
I know these niggas wanna stop the way I eat (uh-huh)
I'm real, I cannot sleep, and every day is just a struggle
Got to hustle just to breathe and I been
Ballin' low, don't let 'em tell you
Devil will fail you, you get in touch with Allah, you might get help
We raisin' Hell
A nigga from the gutter, word to mother, we rough (word to mother)
Police (uh), they cuff us, we don't give a fuck
Still on the scene 'cause I love the green (still, I love it)
Until they kill me, I'll be livin' this life
I know you feel me, so much change (so much)
We been smashin' on these niggas, nigga, that's what we do
Fuck (so much to change, ah-oh, ah-oh)
We keep pushin' that line (so much to change, ah-oh, ah-oh)
You know I'm sayin'? Yeah (time changed things so)
So much to change, things ain't the same, man
It ain't like back in the days (so much to change, ah-oh, ah-oh)
Back in the days, we pushed a different life
We lived by the code (we lived by the code)
You see what I'm sayin', man? You know
I was tellin' a lil' homie the other day, I was like man
"What do you wanna-, what do you wanna do when you grow up, nigga?"
He said, "I wanna be like you, Kurupt"
I said, "You don't wanna be like me, nigga
Be ya own man, stand on ya own ten toes (ya own ten toes)
You dig what I'm sayin'?" (You dig what I'm sayin'?)
Writer(s): David Brewster, John Groover, Michael Ray Cox Jr., Ricardo Brown
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