Last Ones Left Dave East (Ft. Don Q)

[Intro]
Real niggas
Real niggas
Real niggas

[Verse 1: Dave East]
Uh, shout to Pun on Fetty block, my youngin's fetti chasin'
FDR North, no license but I got registration
Every Jordan months before they drop, I ain't ever waitin'
Fuck the government and motherfuck board of education
Never taught me nothing, but the block did
Goyard bags under both eyelids, give a fuck 'bout your stylist
Laid up in the palace, knocking Khaled eating salad
Money, sex, drugs, and violence
Hit the ave to keep my balance
I was in the hills of Beverly
Hermes accessories
Allergic to that jealousy
22 caught my felony
Mami with me swallowed the bar
I had to Ferragamo her bra
No arguments, we followin' cars
Not a nigga alive
Ever violate and just slide
I've been stabbed and grazed
Better aim, I might have died
30,000 dollars in bundles
Rock Bape in the jungle
Ma$e called me and told me rumble
Harlem, fuck bein' humble
Be buildin' in-front the circle
They say patience a virtue
Nick strong, my boy a soldier
Know the streets'll desert you
I'm in the rain, Christian Louboutins, watchin' for puddles
My circles small as a dime, perfect fit for that puzzle
Talk it, I live it
The plug just sent the powder to [?]
Remember eatin' off them fuckin' trays mindin' my business
I'm in the field for real, ain't never got no time for no gimmicks
Eddie Kendricks playin', he died before he got through his sentence