Dave East - L.O.X. (Living Off Xperience) lyrics

rate me

(Verse)

Nike, Tec sweats, ounce of sour in the zipper

Just left stalless, bout to shower with a stripper

You lookin' at me funny, sold some powder to a sister

Should be proud that I ain't hit her

Played the pilance with some killas

600 at the dice game, three five of sour D

40 for the Henny bottle, Timbs like it's 93

Tryna break the ice, made a left on 1st

Cuz I couldn't make the right

Blowin' lights behind me, but I'm bout to take the life

Fowl nigga, smoke with you, ain't gon' strip yo wife

Got some pitbull puppies, tryna make them fight

I know the number on pounds, nigga, that ain't the price

Stampedes for staking rice

Tryna bubble like the bottle of the Ermac

Make it hard to breathe on yo block, niggas'll air that

Gimme some hooker strucks, Rick Owens? I don't wear that

Heard work in Cincinnati, the stink was a bear cap

Shooter said he has some new bitches, and we can share that

Niggas trigger happy these days, watch who you stare at

I'd rather play the 6 gettin' licked, movin' my chair back

You think yo bitch lost? Then in my lap's where her head at

Two red dice, one green? That's an egg crack

Life builds yo dome, no turban, go get a head wrap

Piecing up the block, still watchin' where the feds at

Laid up with a model, hope she swallow when she catch that

In my lifetime I seen men killed

I got my heart on freezer, minus the wind chill

Seen coke rocked up, same color as skin milk

Put my faith in the law, fuck what these men built

I got the streets and the internet

From the AC broke in the projects smack

Watchin' the ceilin' snap

Niggas thirst for desert, anything feelin' that

I used to serve, it ain't neva needed no tennis nap

Last few years, shit got so ill

It's kinda hard for the god to laugh through tears

Switched up a couple gears, picked up a couple peers

Now hit the road, we gettin' chicken everywhere

From _____(?) see the ditement, and they applaud when I'm writin'

Feel like god when I'm writing, they recite it like a Bible quote

Gotcha main lady in the trap, tryin' a line of coke

Shots on the block, witnesses seen a designer coat

It wasn't me, it wasn't me, I feel like Shaggy

Paraphernalia charge, they caught me with some baggies

Apartment in the Heights, I gave my address to my Cali plug

Got an attitude up in the club cuz my Bali scrub

I'm from the era of Vances, niggas dancin'

Now they wylin' out without Nick Cam and we scramblin'

Uncle used to come back with chronic from Bramson

All my mother's friends would tell 'em yo son is handsome

I'm just givin' you the real me

Invested my paper in weapons and some realty