Dave East - Chi-Raq (Freestyle) lyrics
rate me(Verse)
Got a yung nigga that's down to ride
Before a homicide when it's drama time
I was uptown like momma's pride
No miss miff, I seen a lot of pots
2.5 in my back pocket, got 4-9s in my trap rocket
Yung shooter got a black rocket
Look for the D's? They're Cam's in watch
Give a dope fiend just a couple grams
Let me hold his crib for a whole week
Runnin' round with the same niggas
You don't know niggas, you don't speak
Dressed up, but you runnin' out,
Niggas run they mouth like a slow leak
She was gainin' weight while she was with you
Bitch fuck with me, she pro'ly won't eat
My lil' nigga doin' seven street
With dope and haven, that's at least five
Ride around with that piece on me
I ain't neva thrown no peace time
Each time I'm tryna recline I know the street's mine
I ain't gotta stress
Talkin' money, you can get robbed
That's a tip jar, she ain't got no chest
Pop off shit and you ain't got no vest
You ain't got no gun and you ain't bout that life
I got a hunid niggas on the east side
My street size, ain't no time to fight
Plum push because I'm up north
? if I done wrote that nigga all kind of case
Shook nines, I got a crook mind
And no good times, just dynamite
Won't call a nigga till I'm under earth
See thirty clips hanging under shirts
Spanish bitch, and she love to squirt
No nine to five, but I love to work
Reebok on my footwear, I never look scared
You could die tonight
Thirty goons rollin' in the club, nigga take a chance
Like he Bobby Night
Starvin' out, might take dinner, hair spinin' like I sniff pink thinner
Summer baby, might shake winter
If you not hatin', get this cake with us
Keep eatin' till my plate finished
Got older women, they was Mase bitches
Bodies drop when that case bitten
Who grave leathers, all grave linen
Chicky Chan with a rubber grit
My cousin Blood and his rubber clip
Connect phone, that's another flits
Time to book a flight for another trip
Flow like water, yo daughter love me
I was in the trap, me and all the cutties
Mad at me? I fuck all the buddies
I know they hitin', still all them love me
(Hook x4)
Cocaine by the eight ball
Knockin' MJG in eight bum
Like that cush, I take off
Don't fuck with me, that's day laws
