i don't understand it

Singer: east, dave

r.i.p. freaky

r.i.p. mugga

we gon' do it for y'all

i don't understand these niggas holiday season

i don't understand it

niggas looking at me like i'm from another planet

this ain't happen overnight

this is how i planned it

i just want to fuck ain't got no time to be romantic

nine's inside the truck

45's inside the phantom

grams had the smoker's two steppin' we was jammin'

we'd of shot 'em broad day

it wasn't for these cameras

nobody gave me shit

feel a type of way when they comparing

i'm nothing like these niggas

see him with they bitch

she staring

i got a little chick run in saks fifth

her name is karen

i gotta put these shades on in the club these diamonds glaring

we all got guns who do you think you scaring

if mac in the rarri

shooter gotta do the mclaren

paid 1100 cash just so the bottom's red

jew told me bloody gaining weight

hope he get out the feds

cut your hair

gonna be hard to recognise you without your dreads

clientele slow with the pound

here go an ounce instead

home invasions

homie over any amount of bread

flip the fish tank

shoot the dog

make sure the house is dead

i'ma flight risk

no ankle monitor

i prolly fled

claim you got the work with no job

same shit that tommy said

i don't understand it

before i ever got booked for any show

i was scammin'

we was wildin' out way before i met nick cannon

end up dead was boiling eggs in the morning

i was scrambling

i got chased for my biggie

my cousin got shot for his vanson

when i was dead broke

none of these bitches called me handsome

i got my weed from audebum

my cousin got his from branson

couldn't sleep in the projects

now i sleep up in a mansion

throwing parties in the hamptons

all these sticks think we camping

i'm serious as cancer

bartenders too boujee

i slid off with the dancers

strippers

i'm in la

they treat me like a clipper

laker

she fuck my gucci up with all that makeup

jacob would have been my jeweler during the meech era

these cartiers help me see better

rep three letters

i want my niggas all in ice until we need sweaters

my whole gang gon' flip your wifey if she let us

these diamonds on me

i got carets

i need lettuce

i'm sending pictures

i write my niggas

they need letters

you a op or a fiend

these xans help be sleep better

they wonder why i'm always in la

cause cali weed better

i don't jack son

i really had a thing for janet

talking all that tough shit

come around them niggas panic

watch how i dap niggas

cause i used to hand to hand it

got caught with a hammer and they kicked me off the campus

i don't understand it

niggas looking at me like i'm from a different planet

this ain't happen overnight

this is how i planned it

i just want to fuck ain't got no time to be romantic

nine's inside the truck

45's inside the phantom

grams had the smoker's two step and we was jammin'

we'd of shot 'em broad day

it wasn't for these cameras

nobody gave me shit

feel a type of way when they comparing

i'm nothing like these niggas

see him with they bitch

she staring

i got a lil chick run in saks fifth

her name is karen

i gotta put these shades on in the club

these diamonds glarin'

we all got guns

tell me who you think you scarin'

if mac in the rarri

shooter gotta do the mclaren