Taxin' (Long Version)

DJ Shadow feat. Dave East

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Uh, uh, uh (True story) Uh, uh, uh (True story) Right, right (Uh) Right, right (Uh) Right, right (Uh) If it's a ghetto in Heaven, I hope that's leaked address (I hope) Whole pockets empty, was mad stressed (Whole) 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 could touch it I climbed out the gutter eatin' bread and butter Jealous of my living struggle 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 ask for nothin', I ain't ask for nothin' I was out here hustlin', nickel to a onion, onion to a plate Shadow got me zonin', conversate with omens Mama told me, "Son, you nothin', no diploma" Cookin' in the kitchen, crack was the aroma Pots full of powder, sit it on a napkin Let it dry, we ridin', any block, we slidin' 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 all this money, I would always listen Tryna make it happen in front of Pooh's buildin' Early in the mornin', I was waitin' on a package (True story) Global now, gettin' bookings all across the atlas (Everywhere) I roll up the gladness and watch out For badness, my bitch is the baddest Life is worth much more than a Patek Always elite, can't do nothin' average (Always) He got in a beef, he ain't really Know the gang he was jackin' (At all) It was like twenty degrees outside, they took off his jacket I seen a lot of my homies change up when I started rappin' (A lot) I fell out with my plug 'cause he started taxin' Uh-huh, yeah Uh-huh One, two, one, two, one, two One, two Uh, uh, 'bout time Bump Dave East on the Southside Little LC on the frontline Four deep in the backseat with the clouds high Brown eyes, 'bout nine All that time been about mine In the same old spot in the street where the feds don't watch Everybody wanna talk 'bout grind But I knew about rap, never handled the pipe (Shit's whack) Uh, never handled the scrap, but I soon got the handlin' diet, facts Uh, I was heavy in the flack Kids said they ready to attack, in fact One black, he was runnin' with the pack One smack, I was layin' on my back Yo, I never could forget that beatin' Uh, walked home with a limp that evenin' Leg broke and my head swole, bleedin' Metaphor for this life I'm leadin' Uh, all the times I was leavin' Better score for the nights I'm grievin' Coach sayin' it was my time even No comeback season, uh 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 done 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 caller ignorer Fresh haircut with a side partin' and a border Not a Winchmore warrior Keep the champagne, not a Class A courier Full back, not a real rap follower If it's all chat like a champagne swallower I'll leave you in a twist like Oliver When I borrow an MC's shit, no copier Uh, sayin' real words don't bother ya Then why won't she follow ya? Sayin' that the streets don't love me, I don't love them G's don't trust me, I don't trust them Still won't touch me, jealousy, it must be Still does more pain than it does them 'Cause it 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 Raisin' the stakes, I label my worth like Uh, label my worth like Yeah Dave East, Loyle Carner DJ Shadow, Big Shadow Ayy Uh-huh Uh-huh Yeah