Thank God Dave East (Ft. A Boogie wit da Hoodie)

[Intro]
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[Verse 1: Dave East]
My nigga was hungry, went got him a plate
You broke, get out of the way
They look at me now like, "He gotta be paid"
I look at the game, they gotta be slaves
This shit ain't never gon' stop
Niggas turn rats, you thinkin' like, "How was he raised?"
I used to trap in the rain, thank God that I changed
Not tryna go back to them ways
What go around come around, my nigga, that's karma (Karma)
Just trying to add another comma
She told me she fell in love with my persona
I feel like Mary, don't want no more drama
I can't get in tune with that trash
I had to Louis my bags, you know, that Vuitton shit
Pack smelling like an armpit
Who is that? Why they calling?
We trap and get off it
My nigga, that's cap, I know you be fraudin'
Come with my money, I'm not tryna bargain
Cramps in my stomach, a nigga was starving
I listen to Lox so I hardly was talking
Problems, I saw 'em too often
Your bitch'd look good in the dark
I would've kicked them up out my apartment (Yeah)
We got this shit lit from the start
My cousin call me, I accept all the charges (All of 'em)
She got a big mouth, her head, it better be awesome (Better be)
Niggas rather you be dead, my mama said, "Boy, you better be cautious"
Phone tapped, niggas heard what you said, I seen the realest get extorted
I don't ask shit 'cause I bought it (Bought it)
A hundred racks to my lawyer (Lawyer)
Plug sent a pack and I caught it (Caught it)
This life get wack, but I enjoy it (Uh)
First felony at eighteen, still having problems at the border (Still)
If they kill me, I'll go out a martyr
Fuck what you talking, nobody go harder (Huh)