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Dave East – Menace Lyrics

Dave East - Menace Lyrics
Dave East – Menace Lyrics

Dave East – Menace Lyrics You sound like my n—-
Uh, try and get the most (Try and get the most, most)
Ain’t give us nothing, n—-
Yeah, gave us the less, we tryna get the most (Eastside)
Stay on some loc s—

They gave us the less, we tryna get the most (Most)
I would wake up so broke, corners be posted (Post up)
Just stay on some loc s—
I was so down and ain’t nobody notice (Nope)
I was too young to be at them funerals
Backin’ up, residue all in my cuticles
Life was so ugly but now it look beautiful
Watch when we movin’ through (Movin’ through)
Them n—– retarded, don’t know what they’ll do to you
One think of stabbing you, one think of shooting you
I keep my circle as close as a hula hoop
My stomach in knots from eatin’ Chinese every day
N—- that’s what them noodles do
Thought I’d be dead by the age of nineteen
I’ve been doing this s—, it might be brand new to you
I needed food on my plate, young n—- drivin’ a foreign
Don’t know what to do in the Wraith, keep two in the safe
It look like I’m chokin’ my Patek ’cause that b—- is blue in the face
Ain’t no viewin’ the wake, n—–’ll shoot at your face
Then jump in the coupe and just race (Boom)
I’ve been locked-in in the booth for a day
You ask to get out, n—– moving like Tre

Y’all in the field, n—– train to go get it (Train to go get it)
They label me menace (Menace)
They know I’m that n—-, my haters admit it
Candy paint and it’s tinted, we rollin’ on n—–
Throwin’ that s— out the window (Boom)
Louis on, I don’t wear Kenzo
They say I changed up on n—–
I got my change up on n—–
Y’all in the field, n—– train to go get it (Train to go get it)
They label me menace (Menace)
They know I’m that n—-, my haters admit it
Candy paint and it’s tinted, we rollin’ on n—– (Skrrrt)
Throwin’ that s— out the window (Boom)
Louis on, I don’t wear Kenzo
They say I changed up on n—–
I got my change up on n.

Who can I trust?
I feel like Tony Montana, we hide our face in bandanas
Harlem get hot, we get low in Atlanta
He let off a shot and ain’t notice the camera
Couldn’t see my mama poor
Fresh out the Gabbana store in Dolce pajamas (Dolce)
Pull up in the spot, dolo, my hammer
If it’s ’bout the guap, hold you for ransom
When Allen I. was The Answer
N—– was shootin’, survivin’ bullets was like cancer (Cancer)
Couple private dancers down in Tampa
Ducking from the cameras, sippin’ Fanta
We could get it raw to Savannah (Raw)
Pull up in the Porsche with Diana
And of course paid to beat it, boss-handed
N—– think they Ross, law scramblin’
A couple pounds of kush goin’ to Kansas
Couple Lambo tracks, buncha cameras
I don’t give a f— who your man is
Actin’ like he tough, better not play on that

Y’all in the field, n—– train to go get it (We train to go get it)
They label me menace
They know I’m that n—-, my haters admit it (My haters admit it)
Candy paint and it’s tinted, we rollin’ on n—– (Skrrrt)
Throwin’ that s— out the window (Boom, boom)
Louis on, I don’t wear Kenzo
They say I changed up on n—– (Changed up)
I got my change up on n—–
Y’all in the field, n—– train to go get it (Yup, yup)
They label me menace
They know I’m that n—-, my haters admit it (They know it)
Candy paint and it’s tinted, we rollin’ on n—– (Skrrrt)
Throwin’ that s— out the window (Boom)
Louis on, I don’t wear Kenzo
They say I changed up on n—–
I got my change up on n—

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