Dave East – Grew Up in Hell

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Dave East comes through with a new song titled “Grew Up in Hell and is right here for your fast download.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Hov made me wanna throw the diamond up
Nas made me want a QB chain
Noriega made me wanna do Pharell beats
It was Dark and Hell is Hot dropped and my mood changed
Hov made me wanna throw the diamond up
Nas made me want a QB chain
Styles, Kiss and Sheek had me in the street
50 Cent on repeat on the 2 train

The Hot Boys had me wanna cop mad toys
Puffy had me wanna be a bad boy
Biggie had me wanna be a jackboy
Now it’s nothing less than 220 on the dashboard
I was taught to give it to him if he asked for it
Nine in your bladder, your dreams will shatter like a glass door
Knocking the chronic, we started gridin’ gettin’ bags off
Richie Porter, Azie had me wanting a black Porsche
Now we on Collins to get a better tan
Skimpin’ them baggies, I kept an extra gram
I told the pilot keep flying, I hope we never land
“All I Need” word for word, I thought I was Method Man
Mary J. Blige on repeat
Leave you dead on vacation, brought the 9 to the beach
I’m my own man, so I don’t care what your boy think
DJ Whoo Kid had me feelin’ like I was Lloyd Banks

Hov made me wanna throw the diamond up
Nas made me want a QB chain
Noriega made me wanna do Pharell beats
It was Dark and Hell is Hot dropped and my mood changed
Hov made me wanna throw the diamond up
Nas made me want a QB chain
Styles, Kiss and Sheek had me in the street
50 Cent on repeat on the 2 train

On the block, you ain’t see it, bet you heard about it
I’m havin’ conversations with Irv Gotti
No trappin’ out momma house, I hit her lobby
Addicted to painkillers, think the Percs got me
Mase had me wanna have my waves spinnin’
Too Short told me I should never ever pay women
Youngin’ got money, they wonder why he stay grinnin’
Lately been feelin’ like Jeter in the 8th inning
Derek, that is
On nights I would stare at my fridge with nothing near
Thought I barely would live
Really goin’ out my mind, don’t know what therapy is
My hittas scary
the kids kill and bury the bib
Nas told me they would rush, I’m prepared for the blitz
Rollin’ cannabis, watching L and Canibus clips
What you want, a 50, a dime, a gram, or a nic?
M.O.P had me tellin’ niggas “hand me yo shit”
“Ante Up”

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