Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Menace, artist - Dave East. Album song Karma 3, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 22.10.2020
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: DEF JAM, Universal Music
Song language: English
Menace |
You sound like my nigga |
Uh, tryna get the most (Tryna get the most, most) |
They ain’t give us nothing, nigga, yeah |
Gave us the less, tryna get the most (Eastside) |
Stay on some Loc shit |
They gave us the less, we tryna get the most (Most) |
I would wake up so broke, on corners, be posted (Post up) |
Just stay on some Loc shit (Loc) |
I was so down and ain’t nobody notice (Nobody) |
I was too young to be at them funerals |
Baggin' up, residue all in my cuticles |
Life was so ugly, but now it look beautiful (Oh) |
Watch when we movin' through (Movin' through, watch) |
Them niggas 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, nigga, that’s what them noodles do |
Thought I’d be dead by the age of nineteen |
I been doing this shit, it might be brand new to you |
I needed food on my plate |
Young nigga drivin' a foreign, don’t know what to do in a Wraith (Skrrt) |
Keep two in the safe |
It look like I’m chokin' my Patek 'cause that bitch is blue in the face |
Ain’t no viewin' the wake |
Niggas’ll shoot at your face (Nah), then jump in the coupe and just race (Boom) |
I’ve been locked in in the booth for a day (All day) |
You ask to get out, niggas moving like Trey |
We all in the field, niggas trained to go get it (Trained to go get it) |
They labeled me menace (Menace) |
They know I’m that nigga, my haters admit it (Admit it) |
Candy paint and it’s tinted, we rollin' on niggas |
Throwin' that shit out the window (Boom) |
Louis on, I don’t wear Kenzo (Uh-uh) |
They say I changed up on niggas (Oh) |
I got my change up on niggas (Right) |
We all in the field, niggas trained to go get it (Trained to go get it) |
They labeled me menace (Menace) |
They know I’m that nigga, my haters admit it (Admit it, nigga) |
Candy paint and it’s tinted, we rollin' on niggas (Skrrt) |
Throwin' that shit out the window (Boom) |
Louis on, I don’t wear Kenzo (No, no) |
They say I changed up on niggas (No) |
I got my change up on niggas (Yup) |
Who can I trust? |
(Who?) |
I feel like Tony Montana, we hide our face in bandanas (Who can I trust?) |
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 |
Niggas was shootin', survivin' bullets was like cancer (Cancer) |
Couple private dancers down in Tampa |
Ducking from the cameras, sippin' Fanta (Duckin' 'em) |
We could get it raw to Savannah (Raw) |
Pull up in the Porsche with Diana |
The cost I pay to be the boss, hand it |
Niggas think they Ross, lost scramblin' |
A couple pounds of kush goin' to Kansas |
Couple Lambo' trucks, bunch of cameras |
I don’t give a fuck who your man is (Nuh-uh) |
Actin' like he tough, better not panic (Better not) |
We all in the field, niggas trained to go get it (We trained to go get it) |
They labeled me menace (They labeled me menace) |
They know I’m that nigga, my haters admit it (My haters admit it) |
Candy paint and it’s tinted, we rollin' on niggas (Skrrt) |
Throwin' that shit out the window (Boom, boom) |
Louis on, I don’t wear Kenzo (Not at all) |
They say I changed up on niggas (Changed up) |
I got my change up on niggas |
We all in the field, niggas trained to go get it (Yup, yup) |
They labeled me menace (Menace) |
They know I’m that nigga, my haters admit it (They know) |
Candy paint and it’s tinted, we rollin' on niggas (Skrrt) |
Throwin' that shit out the window (Boom) |
Louis on, I don’t wear Kenzo (Louis on, no) |
They say I changed up on niggas (Uh) |
I got my change up on niggas (No, no) |