Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Have You Ever, artist - Dave East.
Date of issue: 16.08.2017
Song language: English
Have You Ever |
Back and forth to Florida hide the coke in goya |
Pistol on my dresser bitch I’m from the border |
Reef Buck my brother, Big Bay my brother |
Really know I got 'em, Druggy know I really love 'em |
All this forever love, mix around the headshot |
This Crip I was never Blood, I’m just speaking facts |
Papi told me work knowing that I’ma bring it back |
Codeine gives me cold sweats |
I had to tell my pops that he ain’t old yet |
Percocets get in me, I got no stress |
Dancing with the devil bitch I’m Milly Rocking |
Freaky down in Philly its crazy now I got Philly rocking |
My youngin' trapping in Brooklyn, that nigga stealing Thompkins |
Ponzi scheming like them Wall Street crackers that got it |
Immaculate profits that mean that paper God bless |
I talked to Scrappy just knowing he walk the yard stressed |
Them park sets had my back bigger |
Know that you a target, you a black nigga |
Used to homicide so we react quicker |
We ain’t have a dollar on us but we had liquor |
Drunk in the projects that was me, go ask niggas |
Never seen a million but I’ve seen a body |
You ain’t never served a fiend, ain’t never seen a lobby |
Mafia thoughts, wish I could speak to Gotti |
Stash tucked from my daughter in case them people found me |
Never seen a million but I’ve seen a body |
You ain’t never served a fiend, ain’t never seen a lobby |
You got the key to the city? |
Well shit I need a copy |
Rap slow, half Spanish, I could go speak to Papi |
I hid my pistol in my sock drawer |
Everybody hard, we had the hard and you could cop soft |
For some reason I don’t feel nothing when they knock a cop off |
You ain’t the only one getting money I got these drop offs |
Just thinking back to when I hardly was out |
And Baltimore you got it cheap so we target the South |
Had dime bags on me walking past LaGuardia Houses |
They killed my cousin fuck we talking about? |
Forever beef |
Ain’t no truce here |
My aunt used to tell me why she ain’t move there |
Every year the same in the projects like what is New Years? |
came home, same nigga they gave him two years |
Crazy or forever, always keep a pair of blue Air’s |
That first night in prison is the worst |
Made it worse was coming home and seeing my niggas on the a shirt |
Had to get it out the mud, I got respect for the dirt |
Thinking how newer fiends would get their checks on the 1st |
Sixty thousand in diamonds they like, «His neck gotta hurt» |
Know my paps did dirt for that in life I’m probably cursed |
Me and my daughter mother realized it never worked |
I got sick of the same jeans, I just wanted a better shirt |
Wanted some better shoes, can’t tell me I never worked |
Never seen a million but I’ve seen a body |
You ain’t never served a fiend, ain’t never seen a lobby |
Mafia thoughts, wish I could speak to Gotti |
Stash tucked from my daughter in case them people found me |
Never seen a million but I’ve seen a body |
You ain’t never served a fiend, ain’t never seen a lobby |
You got the key to the city? |
Well shit I need a copy |
Rap slow, half Spanish, I could go speak to Papi |