Nycha Lyrics - Dave East

We living life like we stars 

Constantly medical come right out them jars 

Deserve a medal for surviving these scars 

I'm ducking trifling 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 

That 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 splitting 

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 copping 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 

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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 sitting in the court like damn I'm back in these cuffs 

From having arguments with smokers I ain't have enough dust 

Early morning 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 

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New York City housing authority honor me 

Property of the ghetto 

Choppers popping 

I should receive a medal for surviving 

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 reaching 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 

Sliding in Benzes 

Minding my business 

My time is expensive 

My dogs locked down they surviving through pictures 

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

My mind gotta be twisted 

You dealing with sickos, psychos 

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

He wearing beads on his neck to cast away the spells 

And tattoos of his loved ones that they resting well 

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 sitting in the court like damn I'm back in these cuffs 

From having arguments with smokers I ain't have enough dust 

Early morning 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 

I been rushing lately, the jungle crazy 

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

My shorty want me 

Twin 40's on me, I'm touching 80 

Ten thousand cash on me daily, I must be fucking crazy 

The ladies love me lately 

Butter Mercedes, parkay with a touch of gravy 

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 dying my hair 

I wake up, get high as a Lear 

You looking 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 forming a Dynasty here 

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

Lost five of my closest 

Now I know I got five angels 

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 sitting in the court like damn I'm back in these cuffs 

From having arguments with smokers I ain't have enough dust 

Early morning 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 

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, dead way...