Testo Scale and a Razor - Dave East
Testo della canzone Scale and a Razor (Dave East), tratta dall'album Karma 2
One of the last real niggas alive
Truly believe that
I feel that
Prolly RT that
I did it all for the paper
I did it all for the cash
Chop up the greens with' a razor
I got my man off his ass
I put my man on his feet
He ain't gotta give me shit back
Look in they face and they mad
That's just the way that I act
I got my bitch a bag, if she play me, I'm takin' it back
Brand new 600, I don't even drive, I just sit in the back
Play with that money, get kidnapped while your kids take a nap
I could see her phone, you just keep callin' while yo' bitch in my lap
I risked it all for a package
Bought a Patek with' the back-end
I'm gettin' neck all through traffic
I got respect to my casket
Niggas love it when you strugglin'
They don't like it when you havin'
Fuck a chain, I bought another ratchet
Mixed up designer, but it's matchin'
In the hood we been famous
Get rich with' a scale and a razor
Respect gangsters and real shit
I cannot respect if you hatin'
My neck and my wrist like a glacier
I smoke 'til you think I'm from Asia
Get some money, I bet they gon' hate ya
I be gone when she wake up
In the hood we been famous
Get rich with a scale and a razor
Respect gangsters and real shit
I cannot respect if you hatin'
My neck and my wrist like a glacier
I smoke 'til you think I'm from Asia
Get some money, I bet they gon' hate ya
I be gone when she wake up
I told that bitch take off her makeup
Come eat me while I smoke this eighth up
If I get a scale and a razor,
you gon' think a nigga play for the Lakers
Go play for the Clippers if you was a barber
My nigga, you could never fade us
Shorty don't work at the bank, but she like to chase
She won't get no pay stubs
Pay me to pull up, I hate clubs
I bend her over, don't make love
Not my C-Day, but I'm caked up
Jumped the DJ, he ain't play cause
Heats in the Wraith feel like fur
Open up that safe or get murcked
To the trap, like Tom Shep and Bernie Mac, can't erase what we were
In the hood we been famous
Get rich with' a scale and a razor
Respect gangsters and real shit
I cannot respect if you hatin'
My neck and my wrist like a glacier
I smoke 'til you think I'm from Asia
Get some money, I bet they gon' hate ya
I be gone when she wake up
In the hood we been famous
Get rich with a scale and a razor
Respect gangsters and real shit
I cannot respect if you hatin'
My neck and my wrist like a glacier
I smoke 'til you think I'm from Asia
Get some money, I bet they gon' hate ya
I be gone when she wake up
Get rich with' a scale and a razor
I be gone when she wake up
Get rich with' a scale and a razor
I be gone when she wake up
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