Still Here Dave East

[Intro]
Get you some money, nigga

[Verse 1]
When you broke, it make your life harder
Money changed a lot of shit
Everything I seen was real, at funerals like I'm convinced
Blood on my hands, dirt on my sneakers
I seen the reaper
Niggas ain't gangsta, they divas, that's why you hardly seen us
I pledge allegiance to the drug dealers
Say my name, the club fill up
Mama prayed we'd never be no thug niggas
My pops was a problem, the fuck I'm 'posed to be?
Kept it solid, no sucker in me, that's how it's supposеd to be
On Google, lookin' up my name, my lifе ain't for the lames (Nah)
Shoe string around his arm, he lookin' for a vein (Huh)
Youngin', all he see is red, said he lookin' for some pain
He just dropped four on the Fanta and he took it to the brain
Life in a crisis
All of us got our own vices, I got this shit in the vice grip
Got what you need
Check out the prices, trip to Belize, still trying to excite 'em
Walk in the graveyard, some call it the night shift
Plenty of money to get
You could get rich, it's all up to you
You want a Honda, or you want a Bent'?
Lord, if we find 'em, nobody gon' miss
Don't tell his mama she 'bout to be sick
Got in the wrong lane, couldn't switch
Smokin' on my own strain in the Vent
Lay up on all white leather seats
Whiter than cocaine when you sniff (All white)
Watch off the dope game, what a gift
She ain't got no brain, but she thick
I had a rope chain, like I'm Rakim with a .38 on my hip
I took the four train with a suitcase with like thirty plates in that bitch
Seen way too much heartbreak, put a 808 on my wrist
Back and forth, we ain't never cool, it be day to day with my bitch
Feel like MJ with that .45, might fade away if I'm lit
Ain't no NFL, I been through hell, when they raid nigga, they blitz
Ayy, nigga, that's Crip
Put that on fate, nigga, don't play, nigga
Thinking 'bout what you could make with us
If you down, with us 'til the grave, nigga