The Product Dave East & Harry Fraud

[Intro]
Imagine bein' broke forever
Then you really count a million
With your own two hands
La Musica de Harry Fraud
Hoffa, Pablo, uh

[Verse 1]
They sent my man up the road
He just got caught with some dope
Last week we was broke
Never cared 'bout the grade, was just lookin' for smoke
Could give a fuck about a G.O.A.T (Give a fuck)
I don't know her but she already offered her throat (Ooh, yeah)
Got this bitch drivin' the boat
It get cold where I'm from so we Moncler every coat (Brr)
In the zone every time that I wrote
I live a life a lot of people jealous (A life)
We from the bottom, fuck is you gon' tell us?
If they don't kill us, they gon' probably jail us
I seen the ambulance and heard the medic
Niggas get fame and don't deserve the credit (At all)
Baggies was on me, servin' every second
I be so comfortable in every section
Breathe (Breathe, breathe, breathe)
Fuck her so good, she don't want me to leave (Yeah)
I had to keep a trick under my sleeve
We at the Xannies, movin' like a Aleve
Stuck in the trenches, it get hard to breathe
Thirty thousand in a Nike box (Uh)
Where I'm from we never liked the cops (Never)
Make the wrong moves and your life is stopped (Boom)
I tried to get it right out of the project (Uh)
Bitches tellin' me I'm toxic
We had the trap lookin' like a moshpit
All you niggas do is gossip
Get this money, disappear like I'm Hoffa
If we at the table, I sit like a mobster
I go to sleep, in my dreams, see monsters
Wake up and go blow the re-up at Prada