Do It For

[Intro: G Herbo] Hey yo East I came all the way to Harlem, look. I figured I'd just go through you, you know what I'm sayin'? We make a little, flip a couple times do us. And you just take me to papi himself, we go with the whole bag and it's just we ain't go home or nothin', you know? [Hook: Dave East + G Herbo] They looking for the coke, for the pills, for the molly, for the weed, for the lean We do it for the set, for the turf, for the block, got a Glock with a beam They take it too far, really try and be a star, but it's not what it seems I ain't had a dollar in my pocket, now I count it every night I go to sleep They looking for the coke, for the pills, for the molly, for the weed, for the lean We do it for the set, for the turf, for the block, got a Glock with a beam They take it too far, really try and be a star, but it's not what it seems I been real paranoid in the streets, every night gotta clutch it in my dreams [Verse 1: Dave East + G Herbo] I got bitches on the payroll Catch a body, gotta lay low Took over the tri-state Herbo, I'm lettin' Herb go The bird flow got me feelin' impatient like "why wait?" White plate, we could cook out Dolce and Gabbana when I take a nap I lost a couple thousand, I'ma make it back Niggas never been outside, can't relate to that I was in the coke spot Makaveli on repeat, startin' to think that I know Pac Talk a lot, get a throat shot First Ave catch a 10, when they raid it be so hot Wake up, sleepin' in the dope spotFiends already lined up soon as the coke drop I can tell if you gang by the door knock And when the chain gang rang, flush the whole pot Break it down all the pans Baking soda in the kitchen gettin' busy with my mans Kinda dizzy in this bitch, breathin' wiffles of the tan Fuck around, catch a high, startin' to stumble where I stand Hit a couple quarters back, my old shitter had a fumble, dropped a nine, picked a scissor so I lost a couple grams Couple niggas in the hood got hit up, told my dog this is 'fore he even kill 'em cause they got up on the stand [Hook: Dave East + G Herbo] They looking for the coke, for the pills, for the molly, for the weed, for the lean We do it for the set, for the turf, for the block, got a Glock with a beam They take it too far, really try and be a star, but it's not what it seems I been real paranoid in the streets, every night gotta clutch it in my dreams They looking for the coke, for the pills, for the molly, for the weed, for the lean We do it for the set, for the turf, for the block, got a Glock with a beam They take it too far, really try and be a star, but it's not what it seems I ain't had a dollar in my pocket, now I count it every night I go to sleep [Verse 2: Dave East + G Herbo] I heard la policia was lookin' for your dog Say I've been totin' artillery and sellin' balls Well you better not say my name on no phone call I know them people got my picture on that long wall Burner on my hip, blunt full of dope Cause I'm whippin' coke, I ain't dyin' broke I ain't flyin' coach Only nigga up in first class -- woah 30 foot of coke Wrist solid gold, foreign stop and go Three months on the road 8 to 10 a show All of it you sold Cast on my bus down 150 chains before they even did the most Jackie Chan, I kick it Foreign shit, I'm in it Neiman Marcus know I never got a limit Shootin' out the car, pray to God it's tinted I ain't had a pot to piss in, shit was wicked [Hook: Dave East + G Herbo] They looking for the coke, for the pills, for the molly, for the weed, for the lean We do it for the set, for the turf, for the block, got a Glock with a beam They take it too far, really try and be a star, but it's not what it seems I ain't had a dollar in my pocket, now I count it every night I go to sleep They looking for the coke, for the pills, for the molly, for the weed, for the lean We do it for the set, for the turf, for the block, got a Glock with a beam They take it too far, really try and be a star, but it's not what it seems I been real paranoid in the streets, every night gotta clutch it in my dreams [Outro: Dave East] Herbo you know how that go nigga. East side to the east side. Ugh, No Limit, border. Real street niggas forever. Molly with the weed and the weed with the lean