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Warm It Up
Dave East
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Flex, what up?
I'm focused!
Harlem
Ain't no kings in my city
Hah!
Knocking Big L on them blocks where the bricks sell
Store like Pathmark, they heavy with fishscale
Dimes kinda heavy, wasn't ready, them nicks sell
I was in the tombs hot, hoping I get bail
Fab said them lime maritas was for the thots
All blue Yankee, Derek Jeter on the block
Deuce deuce in my boot, heater by the socks
I'm the wolf on first ave, I ain't speaking 'bout no stocks
This is for the rooftop, rich in eight days
Sliding up the Audubon, the kush was A-grade
Ice Cube had a good one, I had a great day
No kings in New York, niggas better make way
Grew up on Jada, Sheek, Styles, and B.I
Cuban link chain, sweatsuits was Fila
I remember knocking CNN, I could see it then
Passed on a six or a seven 'cause I need a ten
Like a yacht in the water, that's how I'm riding that
I'm a boss in New York, nigga, Johnny Sack
Spanish Harlem, my niggas don't know how to act
Flex, I'ma flex on these niggas, where the bottles at?
Cold case, lay up, nigga, like where the models at?
FDY'all North in the Porsche, in and out of that
Lane switching, game different, they ain't listen
I was taking notes, floating off a prescription
Percs to the Xan life
Hoes tryna holla, ask my homies what your man like
Trap with my hand right
Didn't miss supply for the hoodie but the pants white
He think he nice, hit his hand so he can't write
Tryna go left even though my man right
Nice is the sandbox, better get your stance right
When I cop all the socks, they the stance type
Fuck a cop, I don't stop, I done ran lights
Fuck a Glock, we can box, what's your hands like?
Got the drop in the spot, they ain't playing right
Now I'm hotter than most, sliding with toast
First class, y'all niggas still flying in coach
Trips to Miami with Tamika and Tammy
This year, bringing home three for the family
Next year, Ferragamo on at the Grammys
More women love me than women that can't stand me
I remember Clue had Fab on the radio
Wasn't no Rolex, my watch was a Casio
We was in the staircase, y'all was on the patio
Oops, I meant patio, live from El Barrio
When I was young, they was sliding, let they daddy know
I'm 'bout it 'bout it like when P was in the Calliope
No limit, coupe couple hoes in it
I'm like a pro with it, the flow is so vivid
Raised with the wolves, these niggas is so timid
Broke down a pound, bagged up in four minutes
If I go to trial, make sure it's no witness
Mama told me handle your business
Now I'm on your playlist, all the parties A-list
Made it to the top floor, started in the basement
OG kush got me living in the Matrix
You can have anything, go on me if you take it
Find me on the back block, even on your laptop
Name getting big, a lot of faces looking mad shocked
Nothing been the same, kill the game, you a mascot
Shorty, you don't even walk the same, that's them ass shots
Black hoodie, cash drops, sneakers by Reebok
On my way to YO, listening to D-Block
This the kind of shit you run back when the beat stops
Give it 'til the summer, you can bet I had the streets locked