Bad Boy On Death Row Lyrics - Dave East

I welcome ya'll to greatness 

You now witnessing a legend 

Real nigga shit 

Uh, I've seen it all from a crackhead living room 

Never get in tune with negative vibes 

Look in my eyes, 27 years of pain when I glance 

Thing in my pants, never ever came for romance 

Finger fuckin' til my palm hurt, I came with the plan 

I came with a Glock, bullets run out, niggas getting socked off top 

We were selling dope, like we was from the rock 

Off pot, hanging out the Cutlass letting off shots 

Bill Clinton gettin' head, you buggin', you think I'm not 

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Donald Trump ain't safe on my block, gotcha your wifey at IHOP 

Your baby mother love that cyclops, my one-eyed monster 

Interrogations keep comin' back, shit feel like karma 

They add grams, now I moving with bands, ain't talking contra 

Verse-y, Lord have mercy on a nigga ridin' in the Mercy 

With some Hershey and she from Marcy 

The brain Bosley, nigga fuckin' no Bill Cosby 

Samsung, champagne spillin' on it beside me 

Laced in Tom Ford, hard bottoms in the lobby 

I missed the Met Gala, eatin' linguine with the best scallops 

Shit, I knew we was the best before I met Khaled 

Chasin' lettuce out here lookin' for the next salad 

I'm from the East Side of Harlem, I never stress violence 

Checks pilin', black shades wave the Tech smilin' 

Nautica trunks, a hundred blunts on the next island 

Photos 

My neck stylin', 5 karats on the angel wings 

Aventador, Gold Daytons, its a Compton thing 

Don't make me switch whips, hop in the ghost like it's Halloween 

Run up on a con spittin' ether like I am out of Queens 

Walk up on a nigga, broad day, take him out of things 

Leave him like Barkley, make him play the block without a ring 

Me and Dave, Styles and Jada, heroin and gasoline 

RIP to Yams, but we in Harlem cookin' collard greens 

I start trippin', it's like Future when he out of lean 

And I don't do construction but this hammer hangin' out my jeans 

And what you rappers gon' do when you run out of memes 

You can run on Instagram, but can't outrun the beam, nigga 

Dope in Michigan, Detroit Lions stamp 

I run it like Barry Sanders, the Spanish Meyer Lansk' 

Hoodlum, my alliances out in Brooklyn 

We play steps like Crooklyn, follow the law, Tookie 

A hundred bookies, bettin' on Golden State 

Fiends sniffin' 8 balls as I watched his face go in that plate 

What he snorting up? Cuttin' wire taps, you ain't recording us 

Fresh pair of J's, and stilla fuck Michael Jordan up 

Go to jail, smack CO's and tell the warden, "What?" 

My niggas at your crib, but your daughter underwater stuck 

Mastros, order up, Audemar, quarter tuck 

Baltimore with the packed pockets fat as Lady Luck 

East! 

Sour got me up in buildings like I'm Peter Parker 

Trash bags to the ceiling, it ain't no need for talkin' 

Keep your opinions, when I'm finished, you gon' need a coffin 

Out in my city, cameras flashing like The Beatles walkin' 

Knockin' Lenny Kravitz in the 550, ride by slow 

Couple my bitches slide down poles 

That Ace of Diamonds, King of Diamonds stadium now we at Onyx 

I see head in my future, called that like he designer 

Nigga called himself a thug, but we know that he vagina 

The rap Jamal Lyon, pour heat, they call cryin' 

I'll crush your Empire, then eat your girl cookie 

You only good with the hooks, Hakeem, you fuckin' rookie 

Understand that ain't like nothing you ever see in your fucking life 

Bouncer at the club from my block you let me tuck the pipe 

You having a problems with your spouse, cuz you ain't fuck her right 

I'm probably somewhere shopping for a house to keep my comfort right 

Lennox Ave to Rosecrans, First to Cedar Block 

Fiends was up early so I was the first to see the block 

East meets West my nigga 

They say Compton is just like Harlem, I know that's right 

Soon as I land in JFK man, had a fucking 

Had a fucker' Uber take me to muthafuckin' mid-town man 

Pick up my fuckin' Lambo 

Then I am heading to Harlem 145 in Lenox 

Thats where I play, Game nigga 

Pull the Lambo in that Amy Ruth's, they know me in there 

Gimme that corner table in the back 

Let me get that fried chicken 

That cornbread come out first, smokin' 

Real nigga shit, Compton