[Intro: Dave East]
High level rap
You know me, nigga
[Verse 1: Dave East]
Bugging out, I'm tipsy (Tipsy)
I smuggled out Poughkeepsie (Upstate)
Package had a Seattle stamp, I thought the plug was from 60s (Neighborhood)
Bubbled out the Bentley (Skrrt)
Suckers tried convince me (Uh)
Gun powder inside my whiskey
Blowin' sour, vibing to Missy (Yeah)
Misdemeanor Elliot
These rap niggas is delicate (Soft)
I'll never switch
I been on some shit since Perry Ellis fits (Remember that?)
Broke weed down at the Marriott
This hustle, I inherited (I got it)
Prescriptions for the low
Come and cop it or I can mail the shit (Woo)
They shot him in his face, it ain't no repass (Nah)
I'm Tyson with that speedbag (Right)
I really seen a brick look like a Dreamcast (I did)
My aunt been clean for years, I pray to Allah she don't relapse (Inshallah)
They put cameras where we sleep at
With these grams, I don't need rap (I don't need it)
I told mami just go down slow
I'm from the projects, my nigga
Could give a fuck about an "Old Town Road" (I don't care)
I hit Berner for Pound Cake, he let a whole pound go (My nigga)
One of the illest niggas breathing and my whole town know
It's Harlem
High level rap
You know me, nigga
[Verse 1: Dave East]
Bugging out, I'm tipsy (Tipsy)
I smuggled out Poughkeepsie (Upstate)
Package had a Seattle stamp, I thought the plug was from 60s (Neighborhood)
Bubbled out the Bentley (Skrrt)
Suckers tried convince me (Uh)
Gun powder inside my whiskey
Blowin' sour, vibing to Missy (Yeah)
Misdemeanor Elliot
These rap niggas is delicate (Soft)
I'll never switch
I been on some shit since Perry Ellis fits (Remember that?)
Broke weed down at the Marriott
This hustle, I inherited (I got it)
Prescriptions for the low
Come and cop it or I can mail the shit (Woo)
They shot him in his face, it ain't no repass (Nah)
I'm Tyson with that speedbag (Right)
I really seen a brick look like a Dreamcast (I did)
My aunt been clean for years, I pray to Allah she don't relapse (Inshallah)
They put cameras where we sleep at
With these grams, I don't need rap (I don't need it)
I told mami just go down slow
I'm from the projects, my nigga
Could give a fuck about an "Old Town Road" (I don't care)
I hit Berner for Pound Cake, he let a whole pound go (My nigga)
One of the illest niggas breathing and my whole town know
It's Harlem
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