NYCHA

[Producer Tag]

Authentic

[Verse 1: Dave East]

We livin' life like we stars

Constantly medical come right out them jars

Deserve a medal for survivin' these scars

I'm ducking triflin' 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 (never)

The 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 splittin' 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

[Chorus: Dave East]

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 sittin' in the court, like damn I'm back in these cuffs

From havin' arguments with smokers, I ain't have enough dust

Early mornin' 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

[Verse 2: Nas]

New York City housin' authority honor me

Property of the ghetto, choppers poppin'

I should receive a medal for survivin'

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'll stop you from reachin' your full potential

You dreaming, life'll 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 Benzes

Minding my business, my time is expensive

My dogs locked down they survivin' through pictures

We wish we could break the bars, the law's extensive

My mind gotta be twisted, you dealin' with sickos, psychos

Po-9, 12, Teflon vest for your chest in this hell

He wearin' beads on his neck to cast away the spells

And tattoos of his loved ones that they restin' well

[Chorus: Dave East]

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 sittin' in the court, like damn I'm back in these cuffs

From havin' arguments with smokers, I ain't have enough dust

Early mornin' 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

[Verse 3: Dave East]

I been rushin' lately, the jungle crazy

On 10th Street leanin' heavy, I pass the gun to shady

My shorty want me twin 40s on me, I'm touchin' 80

Ten thousand cash on me daily, I must be fuckin' crazy

The ladies love me lately

Butter Mercedes, parkay with a touch of gravy (Splash)

That's brown seats, the motto is still fuck you, just pay me

My neighbor addicted to water, he stuck in the Navy

Same block where you could lose your life, I be comfortable baby

My bitch is way badder than yours, tell me why would I stare

Never dyin' my hair, I wake up, get high as a Lear

You lookin' at me too long, niggas die for a stare

Drano said he like them Giuseppe's, I'ma buy him a pair

I'ma run my city to the point I get high with the mayor

This ain't Roc-A-Fella but we formin' a Dynasty here

Triangle, smoke choke 'em, I watch them guys strangle

Lost five of my closest now I know I got five angels

[Chorus: Dave East]

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 sittin' in the court, like damn I'm back in these cuffs

From havin' arguments with smokers, I ain't have enough dust

Early mornin' 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

[Outro: Dave East]

Hundreds we touch, I could, I could

Hundreds we touch

I might do credit, might do credit

Just don't ask for too much

Hundreds we touch

I might do credit, might do credit

Hundreds we touch (Hundreds we touch)

Gotta be a real nigga to feel a real nigga

All you weirdos, huh, you'll never get it

Eastside, border, Dirt Gang, That way