Nycha (OST из "Восторг / Rapture")

Текст песни Dave East and Nas - Nycha (OST из "Восторг / Rapture")

[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