talk to big

Singer: dave east

i got niggas that's never coming home

bitches say they love my music

don't know none of my songs

i guess poverty changed me

i was a decent kid

i was rece' in bed

i had a dream i could speak to big

harlem

ain't nowhere like it

i fell in love with new records 'cause all my homies liked it

chick from parole was light-skinned

she got my bro indicted

now he up north

i write him

trust me i know the prices

looked at my homie lifeless

i need some shit i can feel

nobody touch me

i say i'm meant to be here

the doctors say that i'm lucky

my cousin was a custy

he used to stick up to get high

he robbed a corner bodega on camera

had to sit five

came home talking that jail shit

he got his weight up like niggas is frail

but still he just couldn't sell shit

youngins got the block sewed up like rugby patches

they hate you when you go get it yourself

they love you askin'

know you starving

they throw you rations

wonder why his stomach grumbling

shawty come from nothing

ain't never have shit

his father in the mountains

his mother just want a pill to make

the only motivation he ever had was to steal a bike

something in his system was different

just wasn't feeling right

4am phone call

his cousin got killed tonight

he tryna double back on the last time he heard his voice

can't be indecisive

these streets will help you to learn your choice

back to bentleys

back to the trenches nigga

my digits bigger

i smoke with nas and i build with jigga

a true artist

you could never paint a realer picture

convinced your sister to twist her

just had to spill some liquor

a new rapper

ask 'bout new rappers

i don't feel them niggas

i chill with women

they chill with niggas

they different niggas

in the field so long

these timberlands

made a killing in them

i benefitted from plenty hitters

they still my niggas

when master p was yelling ice cream man

my uncle got caught with nineteen grams

if you don't like me

damn

how you gon' hate me

i ain't had shit in the 'frigerator

now it's royal silk from molded bread and spoiled milk

i know they gon' hate y'all

i know they gon' hate y'all

i know they gon' hate y'all

the time it took me to make it here

tell me how the fuck i'ma make it fair for a hater

i know these niggas ain't playing fair

murder let you know this shit is real and we can take it there

can't afford them jordans

had to take a pair

i done seen the toughest niggas freeze up

hammer just left 'em shaking there

this shit feel like a lion tryna race a bear

you niggas'll never catch me

it's probably gon' take a year

top ten

bitch i'm locked in

like jamaican hair

headshots

used to be a scope

i put a laser there

put newspaper on the carpet

air who walking

i don't trust these voices talking or the walls in my apartment

it's getting darker

pistol under the parka

imagine

pouring fruity pebbles and roaches fall out

make you wanna go to court

shoot the judge before you walk out

make you wanna eat a nigga food

just pull a fork out

i be doing push ups in my cell before i talk 'bout

anything we involved in

criminal code

ex-bitches ready for war

they some militant hoes

coke in the flesh

this that shit you feel in your nose

you college niggas come see how it feel to chill with a pro

could never compare

you don't know how it feel to be broke

just tryna get high

niggas you feed and stealing your smoke

can never punch her but when i fuck her she still can get choked

first verse was the struggle

i bubbled right off a ink ball

eight ball with all black diamonds

i bet they hate y'all

that money

know they gon' hate y'all