Lil B – Mexico (Skit) (Black Ken Mixtape)

[Skit: Lil B & a fan]
Uh, dang man. You heard that they ’bout to build a wall in Mexico?
Yeah, I heard about that
Well uh, we gotta get up out there before they build that goddang wall, because there’s too many girls out there and I don’t wanna miss out
I don’t got no money. I don’t got no money to go down to no Mexico. I can’t afford it…
But uh, before we go to Mexico, you heard about, uh, San Jose?
Yeah, we can go there
Yeah, it gets real crazy out there
Let’s go!
We gotta go up out there first. And then we’ll drive down to Mexico
Okay
You with me?
I’m with it, man. Let’s go
Let’s go

Lil B – Global (feat. Ilovemakonnen) (Black Ken Mixtape)

[Intro]
BasedGod

[Chorus: iLoveMakonnen]
Go- Go- Go- Go- Go- G- G- Go Global
Now get down in this pretty world, pretty world, with your pretty friends
Get down with those pretty girls and do, and do your pretty dance
Go- Go- Go- Go- Go- Go- G- G- Go Global
Go- Go- Go- Go- Go- Go- G- G- Go Global
Go- Go- Go- Go- Go- Go- G- G- Go Global
Now get down in this pretty world, pretty world, with your pretty friends
Now get down in this pretty world, pretty world, with your pretty friends
Get down

[Verse 1: The BasedGod]
Bitch, always been global
Push weight I ain’t ever been local
Out of state campaign, that’s your main thang
And I’m still yellin’ out brrrangadang
I’m like a rock star, but I got bars
Strapped in the front like a cop car
Go to sleep rich, wake up rich
Getting out of pocket, so I slapped a bitch
You ain’t even gotta like it, but it’s like that
Like the bitch, so she come right back
She used to make it roll down the pole
Tryna watch this money hit the floor
She be going dumb like she on blow
International like UFO
I’m a Jacka like Joe Blow
Messy Marv like Fillmore
Get free bands like Future
In the Tesla with the doors up
A million dollar cash make you throw it up
All these bad bitches just go nuts
All these bad bitches just go dumb
All these bad bitches just go dumb
Yeah man, like I said, it’s your boy Lil B, we be turnin’ up

[Chorus: iLoveMakonnen]
Go- Go- Go- Go- Go- G- G- Go Global
Now get down in this pretty world, pretty world, with your pretty friends
Get down with those pretty girls and do, and do your pretty dance
Go- Go- Go- Go- Go- Go- G- G- Go Global
Go- Go- Go- Go- Go- Go- G- G- Go Global
Go- Go- Go- Go- Go- Go- G- G- Go Global
Now get down in this pretty world, pretty world, with your pretty friends
Get down in this pretty world, pretty world, with your pretty friends
Down

[Verse 2: The BasedGod]
The party, I wanna go
Get rich, yes hoe
With my niggas in the cut, with that shit, light it up
Put my hands up in the air
Goin’ crazy, I don’t care (I don’t care)
I don’t care (let’s go, let’s go)
Bitch, I’m feeling like Jay-Z
Bitch, I’m feeling like Master P
Fresh off the boat with a [?]
Trya watch a stripper booty float
Girl, do what you do
Tell the truth, I ain’t mad at you
Huh, no means no
I got too many bitches, I don’t know
Help me out, let’s go crazy in this damn house
All my frat boys turn up
Spring break, bitches wanna fuck
India got a lot of bitches
Sri Lanka got a lot of bitches
Thailand got a lot of bitches
Germany, USA, Brazil

[Chorus: iLoveMakonnen]
Go- Go- Go- Go- Go- G- G- Go Global
Now get down in this pretty world, pretty world, with your pretty friends
Get down with those pretty girls and do, and do your pretty dance
Go- Go- Go- Go- Go- Go- G- G- Go Global
Go- Go- Go- Go- Go- Go- G- G- Go Global
Go- Go- Go- Go- Go- Go- G- G- Go Global
Now get down in this pretty world, pretty world, with your pretty friends
Get down in this pretty world, pretty world, with your pretty friends
Get down

[Verse 3: iLoveMakonnen]
My best mates live out in Melbourne
I’m out west, smoking on the best
The sherm that you probably, you want (uh)
The girls round ’em, I make them hot
And I’m like the captain all around the planet
Me and Lieutenant Ollie, we, we make it happen
Go- Go- Go- Go- Go- Go- Go Global
I drink blue bottle water, global
Rock the local, everyday
Makin’ so much, I could buy the USA
So get down in this pretty world
And do your pretty dance
And get down with those pretty girls
Do your pretty dance and get down

[Chorus: iLoveMakonnen]
Go- Go- Go- Go- Go- G- G- Go Global
Now get down in this pretty world, pretty world, with your pretty friends
Get down with those pretty girls and do, and do your pretty dance
Go- Go- Go- Go- Go- Go- G- G- Go Global
Go- Go- Go- Go- Go- Go- G- G- Go Global
Go- Go- Go- Go- Go- Go- G- G- Go Global
Now get down in this pretty world, pretty world, with your pretty friends
Get down in this pretty world, pretty world, with your pretty friends
Get down

Lil B – Getting Hot (Black Ken Mixtape)

[Intro]
It’s a hot night tonight in the Bay Area
West Coast
We on motherfucking top, let’s go

[Hook]
Turn the streets up cause it’s getting hot
Turn the streets up cause it’s getting hot
Turn the streets up cause it’s getting hot
Turn the streets up cause it’s getting hot
Turn the party up cause it don’t stop
Turn the party up cause it don’t stop
Turn the party up cause it don’t stop
Turn the party up cause it don’t stop

[Verse 1]
Niggas get shot when I come in
Raise hell in the party, go dumb again
Young nigga, I might die
So I go dumb, every fucking night
I ain’t no bitch, I be in the club
20 young girls, fucking with a thug
She don’t need ID when she fuck with me
She just left prom, now she fuck with me
Berkeley in this bitch with my eyes red
Finna grow out my dreads and bust a head
All we do is go dumb, and shake feds
This is for international, Black Arthur
Gentrify me? I beg your pardon
I might have clip with a 30 in it
I might fuck a bitch, then smoke a sack
Tell all these hoes Lil B back

[Hook]
Turn the streets up cause it’s getting hot
Turn the streets up cause it’s getting hot
Turn the streets up cause it’s getting hot
Turn the streets up cause it’s getting hot
Turn the party up cause it don’t stop
Turn the party up cause it don’t stop
Turn the party up cause it don’t stop
Turn the party up cause it don’t stop

[Verse 2]
I ain’t never had a … imma keep it real
Everyday my head up, when I’m in the field
Yeah, I gained weight, so I’m sizing up
I’m a fat nigga, I don’t give a fuck
Donald Trump won, bitch twerk sum
Catch a bitch on a [?], put her on a [?]
Fuck that shit, imma spazz out
Fuck this shit bitch, cash out
You can go dumb if you wanna
Got a bitch on a speaker in the corner
Shout out Wiz Khalifa, I’mma stoner
It gets hot in California
Rep that squad in your face
Bitch, everybody down to catch a case
Real talk, this party turnt up
Lil B worldwide, man its one love

[Hook]
Turn the streets up cause it’s getting hot
Turn the streets up cause it’s getting hot
Turn the streets up cause it’s getting hot
Turn the streets up cause it’s getting hot
Turn the party up cause it don’t stop
Turn the party up cause it don’t stop
Turn the party up cause it don’t stop
Turn the party up cause it don’t stop

[Verse 3]
This is for my street niggas who ain’t in the club
You ain’t let us in the club, now we run the club
I be chewing in my fork with a …
Tryna keep my teeth clean in this …
I done hit a couple licks I ain’t acting
Ride with the FN I ain’t fronting
Hit you with the motherfucking strap once
Have you crouched over like a monk
Every time we go out don’t know how to act
Cal Berkeley locker room, tryna flip the pack
Walking down Telegraph, and B Town
So many bitches in the streets now
Still hitting licks for the rebound
ESPN that’s me now
See a fine chick that’s me now
Catch a bad bitch for the rebound

[Hook]
Turn the streets up cause it’s getting hot
Turn the streets up cause it’s getting hot
Turn the streets up cause it’s getting hot
Turn the streets up cause it’s getting hot
Turn the party up cause it don’t stop
Turn the party up cause it don’t stop
Turn the party up cause it don’t stop
Turn the party up cause it don’t stop

Lil B – Young Niggaz (Black Ken Mixtape)

[Deep voiced narrator]
Welcome to the party of your life
We need everybody to turn up
Let’s go!

[Woman]
Based God

[Lil B]
All my young niggas go dumb
All my young niggas go dumb
All my young niggas go dumb
All my young niggas go dumb
All my young niggas go dumb (DJ turn up right now!)
All my young niggas go dumb
All my young niggas go dumb
All my young niggas go dumb (Let’s go!)

Where you from, scary ass nigga?
We be in the club on bitches
Niggas get rocked everyday
I be in the club with a K
I be at work with a hammer
Tryin to invest in a ladder
Niggas out here get splattered
I don’t leave the house without a hammer
Don’t get shot in the face
Back door your fam broad day
Back door your kids in your face (face)
Fake ass nigga, don’t play
Feeling hostile in the club
Selling our dope in the club
We don’t give a fuck
Nah, we don’t give a fuck

All my young niggas go dumb
All my young niggas go dumb
All my young niggas go dumb
All my young niggas go dumb
All my young niggas go dumb
All my young niggas go dumb
All my young niggas go dumb
All my young niggas go dumb

I be going dumb wherever I’m at
Smoke in the club, tote that strap
Berkeley niggas, bang your clique
Oakland niggas, we in this bitch
Sacramento, we in this bitch
Stockton, we in this bitch
Frisco, we in this bitch (where you at?)
All my young niggas better keep it lit
I don’t give a fuck, if I die
Ima tell you niggas about this bitch right here
Lil B nigga, this my year
Guns in the car bitch, I’m not scared (Ooh-wee-ooh!)
Got a rolly on, bitch you’s up got another hoe
Niggas still talking? It’s time to go
Ima show them who a bitch for sho

All my young niggas go dumb
All my young niggas go dumb
All my young niggas go dumb (Where you at? Where you at?)
All my young niggas go dumb
All my young niggas go dumb (Throw it up!)
All my young niggas go dumb (Throw it up! Throw it up!)
All my young niggas go dumb (Throw it up! Throw it up!)
All my young niggas go dumb (Throw it up! Throw it up!)

West Berkeley that’s where I’m from
Seventh street nigga James Kenney park!
Now a nigga rich with the digital startup
South Berkeley niggas meet me at the park
Berkeley high, we get live (Where you at?)
Oakland tech, Albany high (Where you at?)
Pasadena, Richmond high
Throw your hood up bitch it’s all right
I’ll be that nigga in the club tonight
Lil B show, that’s a fun night
Thank you Based God go dumb for life (for life)
We be turnt up like a summer night (summer night)
Uh, forreal bitch
Me and my niggas on some ill shit
Cal Berkeley we in this bitch
Cal Berkeley we in this bitch (Hey!)

All my young niggas go dumb
All my young niggas go dumb
All my young niggas go dumb
All my young niggas go dumb
All my young niggas go dumb
All my young niggas go dumb
All my young niggas go dumb
All my young niggas go dumb

Lil B – Pretty Boy (Skit) (Black Ken Mixtape)

[Skit: Lil B & a fan]
Aye, aye. Is that Lil B over there?
Aye, uh BasedGod, come here, check me out man
Ah shit man, who the fuck is this?
Hey man, uh you know, I really want you to start doing that Pretty Boy music that you made, man. You know, you changed the game
Appreciate it
And you know, I really wanna hear that stuff, man. It’s really good, man. Will you take my word of advice?
Yeah, man. You know it’s all good. I got this extremely rare collectible art. Why don’t you check that out, and I’ll drop something for you

Lil B – Free Life (Black Ken Mixtape)

[Verse 1]
I wonder about my life
27 years old but I feel five
Got 150 dollars in my bank account
And the IRS want triple the amount
What it mean to be happy in this big old dream?
When I wake up, I’m still doin’ the same old thing
Help my mom pay her rent just to get by
And the only time we hang is when we sick or we cry
Yeah, I got a car but I need more gas
Feelin’ like a ATM because I need more cash
Wonder what it feel like to be rich
Will I ever grow up, or remain a kid?
Sometimes I think what I do in a big house
With a yard and a fence and a big old couch
Until then, I’ll be all I can be
And all the best things in life are free, follow me

[Chorus]
Keep goin’, ’cause life don’t stop
Keep goin’, ’cause life don’t stop
Keep goin’, ’cause life don’t stop
Don’t ever give up, just let the beat drop

[Verse 2]
If you don’t have a house, the world’s your home
And when you don’t have a friend, you can play this song
I’m tryin’ to prevent suicide
Take your suit and tie and put it to the side
Let the wind hit your face and breathe the air
Because we not scared and we don’t care
Tryna find love in the strangest place
You lookin’ for a sign, but it’s in your face
The train don’t stop, it’s on the roll
Just pick up your bags and hit the road
Time to have fun and stop complainin’
The weather don’t stop, it just keep on changin’
I dance with the cats and I chill with the dogs
I play with the bears and I skip the frogs
What that mean? We all can hang
And then we go to sleep and we do it again

[Chorus]
Keep goin’, ’cause life don’t stop
Keep goin’, ’cause life don’t stop
Keep goin’, ’cause life don’t stop
Don’t ever give up, just let the beat drop

[Verse 3]
If you don’t know my name, then you know it now
My name’s BasedGod and say it loud
What’s my name? BasedGod
And who’s the king? BasedGod
Think about who you love the most
Dedicate this song and have a toast
Your family outside chillin’ with the babies
Thank you to the women ’cause your stomach saved me
Helped me grow and kept me strong
Thank you to the men because we need you all
Don’t count us out or leave us in
We playin’ to have fun, we not playin’ to win
It’s no competition, we all relax
Just throw your hands up and state these facts
You don’t gotta stay if you want to leave
‘Cause everybody know the best things are free

[Chorus]
Keep goin’, ’cause life don’t stop
Keep goin’, ’cause life don’t stop
Keep goin’, ’cause life don’t stop
Don’t ever give up, just let the beat drop

Lil B – Hip Hop (Black Ken Mixtape)

[Intro]
Welcome to the most marvellous show on Earth
We have Lil B
We have The BasedGod
We have Based World
If you love Hip Hop, I need you out your seats
BasedGod

[Chorus]
Hip Hop
Hip Hop
Hip Hop
Hip Hop
Hip Hop
Hip Hop
Hip Hop
Hip Hop

[Verse 1]
Remember I was younger, I always loved music
So now it’s an honor to write and produce it
I wanna give props to everyone that’s before me
I’m a real MC, no, I’m not a phony
I take pride in my craft, took two years off to perfect my pen
Now I’m back again
I should have saved my friend, because I’m cooler than a polar bear
Shoutout North Oakland, it gets real cold there
In Mosswood Park, like James Kennedy
Don’t live your whole life being enemies
I’ve got love for so many, I wanna help so many
So I stop being friendly, cause there’s hate and there’s envy
I’m getting money now, so the fake don’t offend me
Up on the Breakfast Club, but I don’t know DJ Envy
HOT97 get busy
Ebro, Funk Flex, I’m on the mic stick with me

[Chorus]
Hip Hop
Hip Hop
Hip Hop
Hip Hop
Hip Hop
Hip Hop
Hip Hop
Hip Hop

[Verse 2]
You’re alive and you’re beautiful
Let me tell you something if it’s not getting through to you
Some people lie, that’s business as usual
How you take to standing on your man, you not spiritual
Feelin’ like [?]
In that Maserati Fox, ridin’ round Jay hood
Shout out to Brooklyn, because I know that’s Jay hood
I listen to The LOX so I know about J Hood
Say Lil B, my name is good
Cyphers with Kendrick Lamar
And I ain’t spittin’ a bar
Unless you got fifty thousand or more
To be a rapper, is an honor
Enlighten the people and you can let they mind prosper
Because ain’t nothin’ cool about wastin’ your time
It’s pressure, Charles Hamilton with compressors
A little Kanye in the message

[Chorus]
Hip Hop
Hip Hop
Hip Hop
Hip Hop
Hip Hop
Hip Hop
Hip Hop
Hip Hop

Lil B – Bad MF (Black Ken Mixtape)

[Verse 1]
Watch out, I’m a bad motherfucker
And if you don’t I might have to bust ya
I come from Berkley
Where motherfuckers put you on a shirt G
And don’t think nothing ’bout it
Everybody in the club gettin’ rowdy
It’s nobody like me
Everybody in the world gettin’ hyphy
I roll with the hustlers
We only want the money motherfucker
I sleep with the lights on
We don’t like broke bitches where I’m from
Ring-to-the-ding-dong
It’s me motherfucker with the iPhone
I know you bitches love me
End of discussion

[Verse 2]
You can’t see me, even with glasses
West Coast motherfucker and I’m smashin’
I don’t care if you play this on the radio
Cause they love me from Oakland to Filmore
Yeah I’m from the ghetto
Where motherfuckers will change your whole schedule
You can meet me at the side show
I’m a rap star, bitch, I don’t ride slow
We goin’ on a mission
You a scary motherfucker and you trippin’
I never been a busta
You snitch and a fake motherfucker
So why should I respect you?
You would tell everything if they let you
You can’t hang with us
Catch the bus motherfucker

[Verse 3]
This ain’t school, so why you wanna test me?
Waterfront, motherfucker, it gets messy
And shouts out to Richmond
Ridin’ in the Lexus and they pimpin’
Shout out North Oakland
At Bushrod, bitch, and we smokin’
And shout out my cousin
Cause everybody know that I love him
I must be a rap star
Everywhere I go I’m ridin’ in the fast car
I don’t do interviews
Cause every time I talk, nigga, I make the news
And that’s non-fiction
You can tell how the fuck that I’m livin’
And this is how I’m reppin’
2017, bitch

Lil B – Still Run It (Black Ken Mixtape)

[Verse 1]
2017 and I’m here to represent
And I’m the DJ, It’s BasedGod in the mix
And it ain’t no question if I’m down to ride
On the West Coast it’s get money or die
I’ma tell you this motherfucker I ain’t no punk
Cause everything I seen I never said a word once
I come from Berkley, Water Front to be exact
And I don’t go to strip clubs, bitch fuck with a mack
All you niggas soft, I don’t fuckin autotune
I make your bitch suck my dick while her friend’s in the room
People like me facing 30 to life
And I don’t give a motherfuck if you black or if you white
Shut the fuck up when I’m talkin’ you a mark
I’d rather break a whole bank then let a bitch break my heart
It’s us against them, motherfuck the rest
And if you’ve got a problem bitch come to the West

[Bridge]
It’s 2017, West Coast we back
Hip-Hop is back
Light that weed up, it’s finna be a long night tonight
Bay Area

[Verse 2]
What the fuck is funny? Motherfucker I ain’t no joke
My name Lil B and it’s murder that he wrote
I need a hundred thousand for a beat and a verse
And niggas like me I put yo ass in a hearse
So how do I survive in this world full of pain?
No, I’m not a slave and your history is fake
I tell you like this I ain’t no motherfuckin’ sucka
And tell that punk hoe I don’t motherfuckin’ love her
I’ma tell you somethin’, girl, get a education
I need a smart woman, not a girl that’s fakin’
Rollin’ five deep in a four-door Chevy
Like Pastor Troy motherfucker I’m ready
Only takes a second, and you gone
That’s why I had to make this a rap song
This is for the world, I do this for y’all
I’m finna throw a party at Easmont Mall

[Bridge]
Lil B in the house
BasedGod in the House
Yeah, Yeah
Let’s get it
BasedGod

[Instrumental Outro]

Dave East – Have You Ever (Paranoia Album)

[Verse 1]
I never follow orders put that on my daughter (Kairi)
Back and forth to Florida hide the coke in goya
Pistol on my dresser bitch I’m from the border
Reef Buck my brother, Big Bay my brother
Really know I got ‘em, Druggy know I really love ’em
All this forever love, mix around the headshot
This Crip I was never Blood, I’m just speaking facts
Papi told me work knowing that I’ma bring it back
Codeine gives me cold sweats
I had to tell my pops that he ain’t old yet
Percocets get in me, I got no stress
Dancing with the devil bitch I’m Milly Rocking
Freaky down in Philly its crazy now I got Philly rocking
My youngin’ trapping in Brooklyn, that nigga stealing Thompkins
Ponzi scheming like them Wall Street crackers that got it
Immaculate profits that mean that paper God bless
I talked to Scrappy just knowing he walk the yard stressed
Them park sets had my back bigger
Know that you a target, you a black nigga
Used to homicide so we react quicker
We ain’t have a dollar on us but we had liquor
Drunk in the projects that was me, go ask niggas

[Chorus]
Never seen a million but I’ve seen a body
You ain’t never served a fiend, ain’t never seen a lobby
Mafia thoughts, wish I could speak to Gotti
Stash tucked from my daughter in case them people found me
Never seen a million but I’ve seen a body
You ain’t never served a fiend, ain’t never seen a lobby
You got the key to the city? Well shit I need a copy
Rap slow, half Spanish, I could go speak to Papi

[Verse 2]
I hid my pistol in my sock drawer
Everybody hard, we had the hard and you could cop soft
For some reason I don’t feel nothing when they knock a cop off
You ain’t the only one getting money I got these drop offs
Just thinking back to when i hardly was out
And Baltimore you got it cheap so we target the South
Had dime bags on me walking past LaGuardia Houses
They killed my cousin fuck we talking about? Forever beef
Ain’t no truce here
My aunt used to tell me why she ain’t move there
Every year the same in the projects like what is New Years?
[?] came home, same nigga they gave him two years
Crazy or forever, always keep a pair of blue Air’s
That first night in prison is the worst
Made it worse was coming home and seeing my niggas on the a shirt
Had to get it out the mud, I got respect for the dirt
Thinking how newer fiends would get their checks on the 1st
Sixty thousand in diamonds they like, "His neck gotta hurt"
Know my paps did dirt for that in life I’m probably cursed
Me and my daughter mother realized it never worked
I got sick of the same jeans, I just wanted a better shirt
Wanted some better shoes, can’t tell me I never worked

[Chorus]
Never seen a million but I’ve seen a body
You ain’t never served a fiend, ain’t never seen a lobby
Mafia thoughts, wish I could speak to Gotti
Stash tucked from my daughter in case them people found me
Never seen a million but I’ve seen a body
You ain’t never served a fiend, ain’t never seen a lobby
You got the key to the city? Well shit I need a copy
Rap slow, half Spanish, I could go speak to Papi

Dave East – Wanna Be Me (Paranoia Album)

[Intro]
(Joe Joe got ’em again)
Just tryna be on my own time
Everybody need a favor lately
I just wanna be me
I just wanna be me

[Verse 1]
Uh, my aunt Barbara died in 2008
My paps became diabetic, he lost a lot of weight
Get mad love in my city, still get a lot of hate
Was never selfish, if I had food, the homies gotta plate
This is my life don’t take offense to
We went from riding rentals to more rides than Great Adventure
The ones that’s closest give me my distance, I got a temper
Missing my daughter, I’m across the country in a Sprinter
I never ask niggas for nothing now I’m the one they count on
Tryna’ smoke some weed, sip some lean, get my bounce on
Me and Bullet smoking out the bag til’ an ounce gone
I ain’t just screaming free my niggas, I’m looking out for ’em
I just wanted custom seats in the old Capris
Wish I was closer with my nephews, so much to show my niece
I’m tryna’ make Wayno go shopping, this nigga know he cheap
Tryna’ learn the music industry the way I know the streets

[Chorus]
(I just wanna be me)
I don’t care nothing about nothing, you claim (not at all)
I’d rather die before I front on my gang
(I just wanna be me)
In, in my heart I know Allah done bless me
But why my baby mama gotta stress me?
(I just wanna be me)
I’m just tryna’ survive in this crazy world
Don’t call my phone I’m with my baby girl
(I just wanna be me)
We might have played the staircases with a lot of Henny’
I owe you nothing nigga, not a penny
(I just wanna be me)

[Verse 2]
I just wanna smoke a blunt and watch Goodfellas
I just want that foreign shit to make your hood jealous
I just wanna take Kairi to Dubai
Pop the xanny on the flight to help me sleep through the sky
I just wanna wake up and go the Gucci store
Thinking back when I was broke, I ain’t know who to call
Did six months, glad the judge ain’t give me that two-to-four
Can’t describe the pain I felt when people told me you should ball
On the hood just want a week without an interview
Want my brother to know if he feeling pain, I feel it too
I used to want Angelettie to do an interlude
Now it’s so many mad rappers, shit if he did it? Cool
I make way more than my teachers, fuck how I did in school
I just want a girl that like girls so we can pick and choose
Still grippin’ tools, the city know ‘fore it hit the news
We them different dudes, crib gotta come with a swimming pool

[Chorus]
(I just wanna be me)
I don’t care nothing about nothing, you claim
I’d rather die before I front on my gang
(I just wanna be me)
In, in my heart I know Allah done bless me
But why my baby mama gotta stress me?
(I just wanna be me)
I’m just tryna survive in this crazy world
Don’t call my phone I’m with my baby girl
(I just wanna be me)
We might have played the staircases with a lot of Henny
I owe you nothing nigga, not a penny
(I just wanna be me)

Dave East – Kairi Speaks (Skit) (Paranoia Album)

Kairi
Da da appi
You my baby? Say what’s up
Hahaha, gimme a kiss, give da da a kiss, give da da a kiss
Mmm, muah
What? What’s that?
You know I love you
You like my chain?
Baby
You got one too
You my baby
Baby
You baby, baby
Ooh baby
Oh, oh, oh, oh
Oh, oh, oh, oh
Oh yeah?
Da da, da da, da da

Dave East – My Dirty Little Secret (Paranoia Album)

[Intro]
I’m just tryin’ to figure it out
It’s a lot comin’ with this shit
Lose a lot
Gain a lot

[Verse 1]
Like it’s written in Chinese it’s hard to read her
I poured an 8th in a liter knocking Aaliyah
It’s funny I fell in love with her Instagram
I’m picturing how I’ma fuck her, If I get to meet her
I don’t get to nap
What you do for a living?
Shit, my business rap
I’m outta town all the time, let me know if you can get with that
In 5 minutes flat I bag an ounce up,I was in the trap
It’s funny that ones that was closest don’t even give me dap
You claim you want me, that’s something that you just gotta prove
A lot a dudes in Gucci uniforms like it’s private school
Crazy me wearing these red-bottoms, done brought em out the blue
Young rich nigga, probably find me where Stella got her groove
Feel like I got her, so now I just gotta follow through
She telling me if we was together, I’d have to follow rules
I’mma see you, when I’mma see you, I make a lot of moves
I don’t need you but I might keep you
What do I gotta prove?

[Chorus]
Don’t nobody know we speaking
Thinkin’ ’bout if I should keep it
You could be my little secret
Don’t nobody gotta know
Thinkin’ ’bout if I should eat it
If I’m workin’ then I’m workin’
If I’m creepin’ then I’m creepin’
Don’t nobody gotta know

[Verse 2]
She said she never heard my music but her brother on it
She got me thinkin’ ’bout it if I’ma put a rubber on it
If I ain’t wakin’ up to her message it’s just another mornin’
She really my type because she think love is boring
I don’t know if it’s the jewelry or the cash
That made her respond to me so fast
She ain’t never asked me nothin’ ’bout my past
Speeding I’m trying to look through her pictures
I almost crashed
Digital Dash, Foreign whip, I took a Florida Trip
Me and my daughter, I’m getting messages from this foreign chick
She keep complimenting my jewelry she think I’m more than rich
So I’ma fuck her wearing my jewelry, I’m on some border shit
Online shopper, she don’t go out she just order kicks
I just hope she suck a mean dick and put cheese on her grits
Older women love me the youngins too, I’m running through
I panicked, she ain’t post a picture in over a month or two

[Chorus]
Don’t nobody know we speaking
Thinkin’ ’bout if I should keep it
You could be my little secret
Don’t nobody gotta know
Thinkin’ ’bout if I should eat it
If I’m workin’ then I’m workin’
If I’m creepin’ then I’m creepin’
Don’t nobody gotta know

[Verse 3]
It’s hard to trust’ em nowadays
They come with foul ways
Thirsty for satisfaction
She doin’ it for a caption
I rather be drunk somewhere relaxin’
I gave six all my jewelry
I don’t trust her, he started laughing
Like this the shorty, you been talking bout and showing us
I’m growing up, no more Keisha’s nigga
I’m blowing up
I don’t trust her enough to pass the weed I be rolling up
I could have her on the beach in Belize sipping coconuts
Hood shit, Hennessy shots until she throwing up
Time to see what that mouth ’bout
She already done smoked enough
Telling me with her last Nigga with head is how she woke him up
Wonder why I’m not going to cuff?
Mammie you must be smoking dust

[Chorus]
Don’t nobody know we speaking
Thinkin’ ’bout if I should keep it
You could be my little secret
Don’t nobody gotta know
Thinkin’ ’bout if I should eat it
If I’m workin’ then I’m workin’
If I’m creepin’ then I’m creepin’
Don’t nobody gotta know

[Outro]
Don’t nobody gotta know
Don’t nobody gotta know
Don’t nobody gotta know

Dave East – Pop’s Crazy (Paranoia Album)

That French bitch, oh
Where I see the joint you had in the studio the other night?
Who?
The one–the studio when I was with you the other night
Oh, she from France
I seen her before, though
But you know what else this shows, what else it shows about a woman, David Jr.?
What, man?
And I always believed this in my heart. Them bitches just don’t give a fuck. They will come fuck you and catch a cab
And catch a cab
And catch a cab
And catch a fucking cab. You know, dick runs a long way when a motherfucker do that
This what we supposed to be recording, man
Oh god, I said this motherfucker is fucking. You know who

Dave East – Maneuver (feat. French Montana) (Paranoia Album)

[Intro: Dave East & French Montana]
La musica de Harry Fraud
I maneuver
Montana!
Put it up fraud
Ah

[Hook: Dave East & French Montana]
If it’s ’bout a bag, I maneuver (I maneuver)
I’m on the hand-to-hand maneuver (I maneuver)
Fresh up out the trap, I maneuver (I maneuver)
In that foreign, I maneuver

[Post-Hook: Dave East & French Montana]
VVSes on me, keep my weapon on me
Patek Philippe (yeah), my bitch a freak (yeah)
Now tell me how you want it, them bad bitches on it (on it)
A hundred freaks (yeah), a hunnid Vs (yeah)

[Verse 1: Dave East]
I’m out for dead presidents to represent me
I’m just praying that the feds don’t never come and get me (I’m praying)
What do you say to a youngin’ knowing his stomach empty (starving)
He just wanna unload, shoot ’til his gun is empty (boom)
We hustle smart (smart), never just wanted any cash (nah)
These niggas robbing from Pathmarks, stealing from Jimmy Jazz
Welcome to gangland, don’t come without no visit pass (don’t come)
Last year, imagine I counted over a million cash

[Verse 2: French Montana]
Made it out the jungle, came back in a Jaguar (Skrrt)
Shawty ass fat with a clap back
Check checks, so that straight cash (Now tell me you want it, eh)
Suit suit to that ski mask (Now tell me you want it, eh)
The bitch ballin’ like Cooper, German Sheppard, German Ruger
Baby on my Vs stupid, but I put you on the Uber (skurt)
Two hundred on the dash, V12, how I maneuver (haan)
Ice on the hookah, neck looking like a jeweler

[Hook: Dave East & French Montana]
If it’s ’bout a bag, I maneuver (I maneuver)
I’m on the hand-to-hand maneuver (I maneuver)
Fresh up out the trap, I maneuver (I maneuver)
In that foreign, I maneuver

[Post-Hook: Dave East &French Montana]
VVSes on me, keep my weapon on me
Patek Philippe (yeah), my bitch a freak (yeah)
Now tell me how you want it, them bad bitches on it (on it)
A hundred freaks (yeah), a hunnid Vs (yeah)

[Verse 3: Dave East & French Montana]
And break your heart, you hate, your block hatin’
11:99, a mud haven
Finger tips still sore from all that rock shaving (haan)
I don’t associate with rats, these niggas got statements
All these diamonds on me white, no I am not racist
Grams of crates (crates), brainstorm for the grand escape (escape)
City is so late, on the Haitians (haan)
When they changed their face, I was changing faces (faces)
Bronx to Harlem, deadly combination
I’m in Miami, with Sadé on repeat (haan)
Fifty thousand, put it under the seat (stash)
Keep a gun in my reach (strapped), walk in my shoes, couldn’t fit one of my sneaks
I graduated from the corner, got my hustlers the green, let’s eat

[Bridge: French Montana (Dave East)]
My lawyer from the Jerusalem hit the trial with maces (ahh)
Lacking green stop your circulation (ahh)
Everyday on [??] thug [??] (ahh)
Celebration to the fiends that helped built the nation (ahh)

[Hook: Dave East & French Montana]
If it’s ’bout a bag, I maneuver (I maneuver)
I’m on the hand-to-hand maneuver (I maneuver)
Fresh up out the trap, I maneuver (I maneuver)
In that foreign, I maneuver

[Post-Hook: Dave East & French Montana]
VVSes on me, keep my weapon on me
Patek Philippe (yeah), my bitch a freak (yeah)
Now tell me how you want it, them bad bitches on it (on it)
A hundred freaks (yeah), a hunnid Vs (yeah)

[Outro: French Montana]
Haan, yeah, your bitch a freak, yeah
Yeah, you niggas [??], yeah
Harlem Bronx deadly combination
Fiends helped built the nation
Grams to the crates
The grand escape