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Dave East – Menace Lyrics

You sound like my n**ga
Uh, try and get the most
Ain’t give us nothing, n**ga
Yeah, gave us the less
we tryna get the most
Stay on some loc s**t

They gave us the less, we tryna get the most
I would wake up so broke, corners be posted
Just stay on some loc s**t
I was so down and ain’t nobody notice
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
Watch when we movin’ through

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Them n**gas 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
N**ga that’s what them noodles do
Thought I’d be dead by the age of nineteen
I been doing this s**t, it might be brand new to you

I needed food on my plate, young n**ga drivin’ a foreign
Don’t know what to do in the Wraith, keep two in the safe
It look like I’m chokin’ my Patek ’cause that b**ch is blue in the face
Ain’t no viewin’ the wake, n**gas’ll shoot at your face
Then jump in the coupe and just race
I’ve been locked-in in the booth for a day
You ask to get out, n**gas moving like Trey

Y’all in the field, n**gas train to go get it
They label me menace
They know I’m that n**ga, my haters admit it
Candy paint and it’s tinted, we rollin’ on n**gas
Throwin’ that s**t out the window
Louis on, I don’t wear Kenzo
They say I changed up on n**gas
I got my change up on n**gas

Y’all in the field, n**gas train to go get it
They label me menace
They know I’m that n**ga, my haters admit it
Candy paint and it’s tinted, we rollin’ on n**gas
Throwin’ that s**t out the window
Louis on, I don’t wear Kenzo
They say I changed up on n**gas
I got my change up on n**gas

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Who can I trust
I feel like Tony Montana, we hide our face in bandannas
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
Pull up in the spot, dolo, my hammer
If it’s ’bout the guap, hold you for ransom
When Allen I. was The Answer
N**gas was shootin’, survivin’ bullets was like cancer
Couple private dancers down in Tampa
Ducking from the cameras, sippin’ Fanta
We could get it raw to Savannah
Pull up in the Porsche with Diana
Of course I pay to be the boss, hand it
N**gas think they Ross, lost scramblin’
A couple pounds of kush goin’ to Kansas
Couple Lambo tracks, buncha cameras
I don’t giνe a f**k who your man is
Actin’ like he tough, better not play on that

Y’all in the field, n**gas train to go get it
They label me menace
They know I’m that n**ga, my haters admit it
Candy paint and it’s tinted, we rollin’ on n**gas
Throwin’ that s**t out the window
Louis on, I don’t wear Kenzo
They say I changed up on n**gas
I got my change up on n**gas

Y’all in the field, n**gas train to go get it
They label me menace
They know I’m that n**ga, my haters admit it
Candy paint and it’s tinted, we rollin’ on n**gas
Throwin’ that s**t out the window
Louis on, I don’t wear Kenzo
They say I changed up on n**gas
I got my change up on n**gas…

➤ Written by Dave East
Dave East | 2020

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