Testo My Section - Dave East feat. Cruch Calhoun
Testo della canzone My Section (Dave East feat. Cruch Calhoun), tratta dall'album 30 For 30
(Majesty you know what that is)
Oh
Yeah
I throw up that nine, I represent for my section (my section)
I see one of the realest niggas when I see my reflection (that's facts)
If you wasn't there when shit went down, don't ask no questions (shut up)
Told my bitch, "I love my money, I can't give you no affections" (ooh)
On my side, this shit get reckless
Lose your pride with your neckless (baow)
No grabba, rolled a seven, pour tequila in my Brabus (let's go)
On my block, if you don't fit in, we ain't buildin', this ain't Tetris (at all)
My niggas get to drawin' on anything that's lookin' sketchy
If I ain't got no rubber then I ain't fuckin', what that mouth do? (Huh)
Niggas cliquin' up, that mean they with 'em, clear 'em out too (ayy, fuck them too)
Touch down in Miami (yeah)
Meet the family right by Fontainebleau (go)
Middle of the party, mixin' Wocky and the Mountain Dew (drank)
Please don't blow my high with all that talkin' (shut up)
Ain't hidin' from nobody, I'm still outside, I'm just important (go ask 'em)
Still puttin' it down for gang, if they ain't legend, then what you call it? (Dirt gang)
Bosses fuck with bosses, I ain't gotta touch the field (baow)
I make that call right from the office (woo)
I throw up these thumbs, I'm representin' for my section (uh)
I see one of the realest out when I see my reflection (yeah)
If you wasn't there when shit went down, don't ask no question
Told my bitch, "I love my money, I can't give you no affection"
On my side, this shit get reckless
From the trenches, played the benches, I got splinters
Ramen I had for dinner, I just started, I pray I finish (I pray)
Mama just told me to give my coat to my brother, I had last winter (for real)
Going on church Sunday really hit different when you actually sinnin' (different)
I know some niggas like Caine, some like O-Dog, that's a menace
Smoke and drink all day, but I focus up when it's 'bout my business (focus)
Masked up with them Ps and I see murder, feel no limit (I see murder)
Put Marni on my sleeve, I came so far from Butch's kitchen (butch)
Tryna catch me with it, so when they stop us, I bet they frisk us (I bet)
Mazza, just blew 50, diamond district for my missus (uh)
Cruch, we stayin' on Crippin', Harlem mafia, nigga, we different (rollin')
From the block, I got my wisdom
For the opps, I got my pistol (I got it)
When you get rocked, niggas won't miss you
Like Chris Rock, niggas be smokin' (smokin')
This a new Jack city, we rollin' (we rollin')
It's hard to fix niggas we broke (broke)
Full speed, nigga, y'all coastin' (skrrt)
Ran up a check with my cousin, that nigga'll boom you, you try to approach him (boom)
From Attica, sittin' in Folsom (uh-uh)
You solid, you know my culture
I throw up that nine, I represent for my section
I see one of the realest niggas when I see my reflection
If you wasn't there when shit went down, don't ask no questions
Told my bitch, "I love my money, I can't give you no affections"
On my side, this shit get reckless
I throw up these thumbs, I'm representin' for my section
I see one of the realest out when I see my reflection
If you wasn't there when shit went down, don't ask no question
Told my bitch, "I love my money, I can't give you no affection"
On my side, this shit get reckless
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Writer(s): David Brewster, Jerae Tyri Prather, Donovan Reid
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