The Product Lyrics – Dave East & Harry ***
Imagine being broke forever
You didn’t really count a million
With your own two hands
(La Musica de Harry ***)
Lacing my my man up the road, he just got caught with some ***
Last week we was broke, never cared about the crater
Just looking for smoke
Could give a *** about a G.O.A.T.
I don’t know her, but she already offered the throat
Got this *** driving the boat
It get cold where I’m from so we Moncler every coat
In the zone every time that I wrote, I live a life a lot of people jealous
We from the bottom, *** is you gon’ tell us?
If they don’t *** us, they probably gonna jail us
I seen the ambulance, and heard the medic
Niggas get fame and don’t deserve the credit
Bangers was on me, serving every second
I be so comfortable in every section
Breathe, *** her so good she don’t want me to leave
I had to keep a trick under my sleeve
We at the scenic moving like a leaf
Stuck in the trenches it get hard to breath
Thirty-thousand in a nike box, where I’m from we never like the cops
Make the wrong moves, and your life is stopped
I tried to get it right out of the projects, *** telling me that I’m toxic
We at the trap looking like a mosh pit
All you niggas do is gossip
Get this money, disappear like I’m Hoffa
If we’re at the table, I sit like a mobster
I go to sleep in my dreams see monsters
Wake up and go blow the re-up at Prada
I catch a flight just to pick up the product
I could never be your sponsor
Niggas had ***, but we had the ***
I know a few that got rich off of ganja
Middle fingers to your honor
Kick me up out of the court, *** seen a lot of it bought
I talk to God and then I die on the cross
A lot of them sweet we gotta extort
I catch a flight just to pick up the product
I could never be your sponsor
Niggas had ***, but we had the ***
I know a few that got rich off of ganja
Middle fingers to your honor
Kick me up out of the court, *** seen a lot of it bought
I talk to God and then I die on the cross
A lot of them sweet we gotta extort
I hope that you trust me, seen the stash
We got enough paper to put in a sleeping bag
Don’t tell me, I see they mad
I put diamonds on my bed
VVS’ on my pillow case, always moving like I’m in a race
Came with Seven-Forties like its ‘Twenty to Eight
That’s any state
We was the ones your mother told you not to hang with
Cause we was always on some gang ***
If you ain’t from it then don’t claim this
I signed my deal, and the first thing I bought was a stainless
Then I went, and met up with pooch
I only had enough bread for my shoes
All my life I had nothing to lose
The last place I’m trying to sleep is a pine box
We would link up on Dime block
I started with 50 my *** that’s 9 shots
My life had my mom hot
I pick and roll on any opposition, I was feeling like John Stock’
What these rhymes got?
Move right up out of those trenches, I sat on those benches feeling like “Why not?”
I catch a flight just to pick up the product
I could never be your sponsor
Niggas had ***, but we had the ***
I know a few that got rich off of ganja
Middle fingers to your honor
Kick me up out of the court, *** seen a lot of it bought
I talk to God and then I die on the cross
A lot of them sweet we gotta extort
I catch a flight just to pick up the product
I could never be your sponsor
Niggas had ***, but we had the ***
I know a few that got rich off of ganja
Middle fingers to your honor
Kick me up out of the court, *** seen a lot of it bought
I talk to God and then I die on the cross
A lot of them sweet we gotta extort
A lot of them sweet we gotta extort
Pay up ***
Pablo, ***, Hoffa
Gotta extort