Talk To Big

I got niggas that's never coming home Bitches say they love my music, don't know none of my songs I guess poverty changed me, I was a decent kid I was rece' in bed, I had a dream I could speak to Big Harlem, ain't nowhere like it I fell in love with new records 'cause all my homies liked it Chick from parole was light-skinned She got my bro indicted Now he up north, I write him Trust me I know the prices Looked at my homie lifeless I need some shit I can feel, nobody touch me I say I'm meant to be here, the doctors say that I'm lucky My cousin was a custy, he used to stick up to get high He robbed a corner bodega on camera, had to sit five Came home talking that jail shit He got his weight up like niggas is frail But still he just couldn't sell shit Youngins got the block sewed up like rugby patches They hate you when you go get it yourself, they love you askin' Know you starving, they throw you rations Wonder why his stomach grumbling Shawty come from nothing, ain't never have shit His father in the mountains, his mother just want a pill to make The only motivation he ever had was to steal a bike Something in his system was different, just wasn't feeling right Four A.M. phone call, his cousin got killed tonight He tryna double back on the last time that he heard his voice Can't be indecisive, these streets will help you to learn your choice Back to Bentleys, back to the trenches, nigga My digits bigger, I smoke with Nas and I build with Jigga A true artist, you could never paint a realer picture Convinced your sister to twist her, just had to spill some liquor A new rapper, ask 'bout new rappers, I don't feel them niggas I chill with women, they chill with niggas, they different niggas In the field so long, these Timberlands, made a killing in them I benefitted from plenty hitters, they still my niggas When Master P was yelling ice cream man My uncle got caught with nineteen grams If you don't like me, damn How you gon' hate me, I ain't had shit in the 'frigerator Now it's royal silk from molded bread and spoiled milk I know they gon' hate y'all I know they gon' hate y'all I know they gon' hate y'all The time it took me to make it here Tell me how the fuck I'ma make it fair for a hater I know these niggas ain't playing fair Murder let you know this shit is real and we can take it there Couldn't afford them Jordans, had to take a pair I done seen the toughest niggas freeze up Hammer just left 'em shaking there This shit feel like a lion tryna race a bear You niggas'll never catch me, it's probably gon' take a year Top ten, bitch, I'm locked in, like Jamaican hair Headshots, used to be a scope, I put a laser there Put newspaper on the carpet, air who walking I don't trust these voices talking or the walls in my apartment It's getting darker, pistol under the parka Imagine, pouring Fruity Pebbles and roaches fall out Make you wanna go to court, shoot the judge before you walk out Make you wanna eat a nigga food, just pull a fork out I be doing push ups in my cell before I talk 'bout Anything we involved in, criminal code Ex-bitches ready for war, they some militant hoes Coke in the flesh, this that shit you feel in your nose You college niggas come see how it feel to chill with a pro Could never compare, you don't know how it feel to be broke Just tryna get high, niggas you feed and stealing your smoke Can never punch her but when I fuck her she still can get choked First verse was the struggle, I bubbled right off a eight ball Eight ball with all black diamonds, I bet they hate y'all That money, know they gon' hate y'all --- Talk To Big - Dave East