I Don't Understand It

[Intro: DJ Holiday & Dave East]

R.I.P. Freaky

R.I.P. Mugga

We gon' do it for y'all

I don't understand these niggas

Holiday Season!

[Chorus: Dave East]

I don't understand it

Niggas lookin' at me like I'm from another planet

This ain't happen overnight, this is how I planned it

I just want to fuck, ain't got no time to be romantic

Nine's inside the truck, .45 inside the Phantom

Grams had the smoker's two step and we was jammin'

We'd have shot 'em broad day, it wasn't for these cameras

Nobody gave me shit, I feel a way when they comparin'

I'm nothin' like these niggas, see him with they bitch, she starin'

I got a little chick runnin' 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 do you think you scarin'?

If Mac in the 'Rari, shooter gotta do the McLaren

[Verse: Dave East]

Paid 1100 cash just so the bottom's red

Jew told me bloody gainin' 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 shit that Tommy said

I don't understand it, before I ever got booked for a show, know I was scammin'

We was Wildin' Out way before I met Nick Cannon

End up dead, was boilin' eggs in the mornin', I was scramblin'

I got chased for my biggie, my cousin got shot for his Vanson

When I was dead broke, none of these bitches 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

Throwin' parties in the Hamptons, all these sticks think we campin'

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 fuck my Gucci up with all that makeup

Jacob would have been my jeweler during the Meech era (free Meech)

These Cartiers help me see better, rep three letters (HMC)

I want my niggas all in ice until we need sweaters

My whole gang gon' flip your wifey if she let us

These diamonds on me, I got carats, I need lettuce

I'm sendin' pictures, I write my niggas, 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

It's hard to understand it

I don't Jackson, I really had a thing for Janet

Talkin' all that tough shit, come around them niggas panic

Watch how I dap niggas, 'cause I used to hand to hand it

Got caught with a hammer and they kicked me off the campus

[Chorus: Dave East]

I don't understand it

Niggas looking at me like I'm from another planet

This ain't happen overnight, this is how I planned it

I just want to fuck, ain't got no time to be romantic

Nine's inside the truck, .45 inside the Phantom

Grams had the smoker's two step and we was jammin'

We'd have shot 'em broad day, it wasn't for these cameras

Nobody gave me shit, I feel a way when they comparin'

I'm nothin' like these niggas, see him with they bitch, she starin'

I got a little chick runnin' 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 do you think you scarin'?

If Mac in the 'Rari, shooter gotta do the McLaren