Legendary - Dave East, DJ Holiday

Let me fix my motherfucking crown, nigga

Knock a little dust off this bitch

DJ Holiday

Dave East

King of Harlem

For all you niggas that hated

This yo' karma, nigga

Uh

Started with nothing, now I’m up in Neiman’s with 20 bands

I did the Raddison and we dried the coke with the ceiling fan

I got the drop on my target, my niggas was marching on Million Man

I’m up in Harlem with all of my diamonds…

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Started with nothing, now I’m up in Neiman’s with 20 bands

I did the Raddison and we dried the coke with the ceiling fan

I got the drop on my target, my niggas was marching on Million Man

I’m up in Harlem with all of my diamonds on feeling like Killa Cam

Tell every nigga hating on me they could suck a dick

They know I could fuck they bitch

I probably hit me a hundred licks

We was really in that Crown Vic

All I need me is a down bitch

To take the product out of town quick

Can’t be nervous, you around this

Louis got me wearing brown kicks

Looking like I stepped in dog shit

Bringing all my niggas on the road with me, I ain’t chilling 'til we all rich

Nowadays, ain’t gotta call chicks

Porsche drop with the fog tints

Jumping out of it like a frog do, kiss the plug wife when I walked in

I ain’t got time for the talking

Killed them early, that’s abortion

Everyday a nigga fresh, looking like I stepped right up by the coffin

Told my driver back the Porsche in

You want a feature, can’t afford it

I bet I fuck her 'til the morning

This foreign like 100 horses

GG5 in the Backwood, got the car smelling like horse shit

All of my bitches is gorgeous

VVS is sitting flawless

I popped two percs and I’m nauseous

I got your bitch sitting court side

Fifty thousand to my lawyers the reason I’m sitting in court high

Karma

What goes around comes around, I hope you got some armor

Got yo' bitch in Banihana, she tryna change me like Obama

Eyes on the Fendi monster, staring at you niggas staring at me

LV Supreme the bomb

Hot temper need the ganja

Most of my denim is Fear of God

Only thing I ever fear was God

It was so hard to go get it, y’all

If they had that powder, we get it hard

I ain’t got beef with no rap nigga

Say my name we gon' go get him robbed

Diamonds cold like when the heater off

You got some money, nigga, we can talk

I don’t even take a weekend off

Everyday feel like a holiday

I’m only fucking with the legendary niggas, so I had to get with Holiday

I get the drop from a block away

You was that nigga, but not today

I’m in for the change, you here for the fame, if you in the game,

learn how to play

All gas we don’t touch breaks

I wore Gucci for two months straight

12 pounds in a Mustang

Your hands never touched weight

Your hands never touched guap

Downtown on a dust block

Hear this blowin' if this truck stop

Two words, nigga, «fuck cops»

Catch you lackin' by the bus stop

Awaiting on your train, homie

Blue and whites askin' 'bout me in the streets, but they ain’t got a thing on me

Just trappin' like they ain’t on us

Not a day I step out and they ain’t on me

This nut in my pocket enormous

State to state with the Glock while I’m touring

This that Karma shit

All you lil niggas move over, let the big dogs eat

It’s the big dog table

You don’t belong here

Dave East

Shit

Holiday

East side of Harlem