Taxin' (Long Version)

[Intro: Dave East]

Uh, uh, uh, uh (Skrrt)

Uh, uh, uh, uh (Skrrt, skrrt)

Right, right (Uh)

Right, right (Uh)

Right, right (Uh)

[Verse 1: Dave East]

If it's a ghetto in Heaven, I hope there's leaked address

Both pockets empty, was mad stressed

The block, had to study like math test

Fuck it, jump out a bucket, I'm thuggin' in public

My life in a rush and nobody can touch it

I climbed out the gutter eating bread and butter

Jealous of my living, struggled with my mother

Did it for my brother, grew up with my cousin

Blew up on these niggas, they can't even stomach

I ain't asked for nothing, I ain't asked for nothing

I was out here hustling, nickel to a onion, onion to a plate

Shadow got me zoning, conversate with omens

Momma told me "Son, you nothin', need diploma"

Cooking in the kitchen, crack was the aroma

Pots full of powder, sit on a napkin

Let it dry, we riding, any block we sliding

AMG kitted

I been so committed, shorty so explicit

Everything I got on, you know it's expensive

Everything I get on, critical condition

Run up on this money, I would always listen

Tryna make it happen, in front of Pooch building

Early in the morning, I was waiting on a package (True story)

Global now, getting bookings all across the atlas

I roll up the Gladys and watch out for badges

My bitch is the baddest

Life is worth much more than a Patek

Always elite, can't do nothing average

He got in a beef, he ain't really know the game he was jacking

It was like 20 degrees outside, they took off his jacket

I seen a lot of my homies change up when I started rapping (A lot)

I fell out with my plug 'cause he started taxin'

[Interlude: Loyle Carner]

Uh-huh, yeah

Uh-huh

One-two, one-two, one-two

One-two

[Verse 2: Loyle Carner]

Uh, uh, 'bout time

Bump Dave East on the Southside

Little L.C. on the frontline

Four deep in the backseat where the clouds high

Brown eyes, 'bout nine

All that type been about mine

In the same old spot in the street where the Feds gon' watch

Everybody wanna talk about grime

What I knew about rap

Never handled the pack (That shit's wack)

I never handled the scrap

But I soon got a handle at that, facts

Uh, I was heavy in the flat

Kids said they ready to attack, in fact

One black who was runnin with the pack

One smack, I was laying on my back

Yo, I never could forget that beating

I walked home with a limp that evening

Leg broke and my head swole, bleeding

Metaphor for this life I'm leading

Uh, all the times I was leaving

Better score for the nights I'm grieving

Coach saying it was my time even

No comeback season

I got left with a bunch of scars

I'm on a track with a younger Nas

I better come correct cause everybody got a one connect

But one dance, I'ma don your set

I was a hoarder, what you know about bricks and the mortar?

Straight to the fridge, bare ice in the water

Was a private cooler ignorer

Fresh haircut with a side parting and a border

Not a Ridgemoor warrior

Keep the champagne, not a Class A Courier

Full back, not a real rap follower

If it's all shat like a champagne swallower

I'll leave you in a twist like Oliver

When I borrow an emcee's shit, no copier

I'm saying real words, don't bother you

Then why won't she follow you?

Saying that the streets don't love me and I love them

G's don't trust me, I don't trust them

Still wanna touch me, jealous that you must be

Still does more pain than it does them

Cause I still don't work, scrapin the dirt

See it from the stains on my shirt

I was raised on my J's, wasn't raised in no church

Raised in the states and labeled my worth like

[Outro: Loyle Carner]

Uh, uh, labeled my worth like

Yeah, Dave East, Loyle Carner

DJ Shadow, Big Shadow, uh

Uh-huh, uh-huh, yeah