Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song NYCHA, artist - Dave East. Date of issue: 17.05.2018
Song language: English
NYCHA |
| We livin' life like we stars |
| Constantly medical come right out them drawers |
| Deserve a medal for surviving these scars |
| I’m ducking trifling broads |
| The gun store ain’t seen a rifle this large |
| Computer thugs you niggas typing too hard |
| We backspace and delete a nigga |
| Them A list parties I never see them niggas |
| That weed and liquor blurry your vision |
| You’ll never see the picture |
| Don’t be defensive |
| L told me nigga just be consistent |
| From Little Caesar’s splitting |
| Niggas change you see 'em different |
| Aim for the top though |
| First class plane to Morocco |
| The change came I ain’t change |
| I might cop a Picasso |
| I’m after bags I’m eating crabs on blocks they will not go |
| These niggas sad |
| And you can smell it on me I am not broke |
| Roll up the nitro |
| Only coppin' coke when the price low |
| In the Maybach told the driver follow where Artie Bike go |
| Learn survival before you meet your idols as far as I know |
| This pistol my insurance ain’t no need for calling Geico |
| Take you to kitchens where they actually cook |
| Nobody knew you then you had to get booked |
| Shoot at the car hit the driver |
| Now the passenger shook |
| This pack just came in from Cali |
| I ain’t passing this kush |
| Remember sitting in the court like damn I’m back in these cuffs |
| From having arguments with smokers I ain’t have enough dust |
| Early morning 50 baggies hit the Ave in a rush |
| We tryna get it might do credit |
| Just don’t ask for too much |
| Hundreds we touch |
| New York City housing authority honor me |
| Property of the ghetto |
| Choppers poppin |
| I should receive a medal for surviving |
| If you snooze sleep with your snub nose |
| I did receive a medal from Harvard and rose above those |
| Obstacle courses where cops and shots will stop you from reaching your full |
| potential |
| You dreaming life will pinch you |
| This with no sheet of paper |
| No pen or pencil straight off the mental |
| Off the fly |
| Often they falsify what they been through |
| I’m on that old flyness |
| Slidin' in Benz’s |
| Minding my business |
| My time is expensive |
| My dogs locked down they surviving through pictures |
| I could take you to kitchens where they actually cook |
| Nobody knew you then you had to get booked |
| Shoot at the car hit the driver |
| Now the passenger shook |
| This pack just came in from Cali |
| I ain’t passing this kush |
| Remember sitting in the court like damn I’m back in these cuffs |
| From having arguments with smokers I ain’t have enough dust |
| Early morning 50 baggies hit the Ave in a rush |
| We tryna get it might do credit |
| Just don’t ask for too much |
| Hundreds we touch |