Won’t Apologize Dave East & Cruch Calhoun (Ft. Lyrivelli)

[Intro: Dave East]
Still on that thirty for thirty shit
(From The Dirt, no really, From The Dirt)
Rich niggas, came from some dirty shit

[Verse 1: Dave East]
Every time I lost, I got inspired
Middle of the summer, posted by the whip, Glock on the tire (Right here)
If you wanted fire, pull up to my building, you could buy it (Pull up)
Pop's was still laughin' at jokes from Richard Pryor
We was bustin' loose
Now I pull up, custom coupes (Skrrt)
Juice bar with Reg', he cuttin' fruit (First)
You don't know that feelin' when you don't know what the fuck to do (You don't know)
Northfaces got niggas murdered, my shit was Bubba Goose (The Bubba)
Basketball players, the police ain't care, they cuffed them too
Had to bust a couple moves
Beat your street, I crush the groove like like Stella when she got it back
Angela Bassett
Hand me the ratchet (Pass)
Pretty niggas end up handsome in caskets (I see it)
Grandma collapsin', watchin' for my man while he trappin'
To buy my bitch some lingerie, her bra and panties, we match it (Woo)
Twenties or nothin', startin' to feel with Andrew with Jacksons (Andrew)
Give a fiend a PC dance like the Jacksons, I'm tryna get it, nigga (Get it, nigga)