Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Have You Ever , by - Dave East. Release date: 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 |