Dave East

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

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