bad boy on death row

Singer:dave east

i welcome ya'll to greatness

you now witnessing a legend

real nigga shit

uh

i've seen it all from a crackhead living room

never get in tune with negative vibes

look in my eyes

27 years of pain when i glance

thing in my pants

never ever came for romance

finger fuckin' til my palm hurt

i came with the plan

i came with a glock

bullets run out

niggas getting socked off top

we were selling dope

like we was from the rock

off pot

hanging out the cutlass letting off shots

bill clinton gettin' head

you buggin'

you think i'm not

donald trump ain't safe on my block

gotcha your wifey at ihop

your baby mother love that cyclops

my one-eyed monster

interrogations keep comin' back

shit feel like karma

they add grams

now i moving with benz

ain't talking contra

verse-y

lord have mercy on a nigga ridin' in the mercy

with some hershey and she from marcy

the brain bosley

nigga fuckin' no bill cosby

samsung

champagne spillin' on it beside me

laced in tom ford

hard bottoms in the lobby

i missed the met gala

eatin' linguine with the best scallops

shit

i knew we was the best before i met khaled

chasin' lettuce out here lookin' for the next salad

i'm from the east side of harlem

we never stress valance

checks pilin'

black shades wave the tech smilin'

nautica trunks

a hundred blunts on the next island

my neck stylin'

5 karats on the angel wings

aventador

gold daytons

its a compton thing

don't make me switch ribs

hop in the ghost like it's halloween

run up on a con spittin' ether like i am out of queens

walk up on a nigga

broad day

take him out of things

leave him like barkley

make him play the block without a ring

me and dave

styles and jada

heroin and gasoline

rip to yams

when we in harlem cookin' collard greens

i start trippin'

it's like future when he out of lean

and i don't do construction but this hammer hangin' out my jeans

and what you rappers gon' do when you run out of memes

you can run on instagram

but can't outrun the beam

nigga

dope in michigan

detroit lions stamp

i run it like barry sanders

the spanish meyer lansky

hoodlum

my alliances out in brooklyn

we play steps like crooklyn

follow the lord

took 'em

a hundred bookies

bettin' on golden state

fiends sniffin' 8 balls as i watched his face go in that plate

what he snorting up? cuttin' wire taps

you ain't recording us

fresh pair of j's

and stilla fuck michael jordan up

go to jail

smack co's and tell the warden

what?"