Dave East – I Don’t Understand It (Official Video)

Lyrics for “I Don’t Understand It” performed by Dave East

I don’t understand these n**gas..
I don’t understand it
N**gas looking at me like I’m from another planet
This ain’t happen overnight, this is how I planned it
I just want to f**k, ain’t got no time to be romantic
Nine’s inside the truck, .45’s inside the Phantom
Grams had the smoker’s two steppin’ we was jammin’

We’d of shot ’em broad day, it wasn’t for these cameras
Nobody gave me s**t, I feel a way when they comparing
I’m nothing like these n**gas, see him with they b**ch, she staring
I got a little chick run in Saks Fifth, her name is Karen
I gotta put these shades on in the club these diamonds glaring
We all got guns who do you think you scaring
If Mac in the ‘Rari, shooter gotta do the McLaren

Paid 1100 cash just so the bottom’s red
Jew told me bloody gaining weight, hope he get out the feds
Cut your hair, gonna be hard to recognise you without your dreads
Clientele slow with the pound, here go an ounce instead
Home invasions, homie over any amount of bread
Flip the fish tank, shoot the dog, make sure the house is dead

I’ma flight risk, no ankle monitor, I prolly fled
Claim you got the work with no job, same s**t that Tommy said
I don’t understand it, before I ever got booked for any show
I was scammin’, we was Wildin’ Out way before I met Nick Cannon
End up dead was boiling eggs in the morning, I was scrambling

I got chased for my biggie, my cousin got shot for his Vanson
When I was dead broke, none of these b**ches called me handsome
I got my weed from Audebum, my cousin got his from Branson
Couldn’t sleep in the projects, now I wake up in a mansion
Throwing parties in the Hamptons, all these sticks think we camping

I’m serious as cancer, bartenders too boujee, I slid off with the dancers
Strippers, I’m in LA, they treat me like a Clipper
Laker, she f**k my Gucci up with all that makeup
Jacob would have been my jeweler during the Meech era

These Cartiers help me see better, rep three letters
I want my n**gas all in ice until we need sweaters
My whole gang gon’ flip your wifey if she let us
These diamonds on me, I got carets, I need lettuce
I’m sending pictures, I write my n**gas, they need letters

You a opp or a fan, these Xans help me sleep better
They wonder why I’m always in LA, ’cause Cali weed better
I don’t jack son, I really had a thing for Janet versuri.online
Talking all that tough s**t, come around them n**gas panic
Watch how I dap n**gas, ’cause I used to hand to hand it
Got caught with a hammer and they kicked me off the campus

I don’t understand it
N**gas looking at me like I’m from a different planet
This ain’t happen overnight, this is how I planned it
I just want to f**k, ain’t got no time to be romantic
Nine’s inside the truck, .45’s inside the Phantom
Grams had the smoker’s two step and we was jammin’

We’d of shot ’em broad day, it wasn’t for these cameras
Nobody gave me s**t, feel a type of way when they comparing
I’m nothing like these n**gas, see him with they b**ch, she staring
I got a lil chick run in Saks Fifth, her name is Karen
I gotta put these shades on in the club, these diamonds glarin’
We all got guns, tell me who you think you scarin’
If Mac in the ‘Rari, shooter gotta do the McLaren…

➤ Produced by Sap
Album: Karma 2
Dave East 2018

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