"It's A Shame" lyrics

Yo once again it's Dave East
Touchin a hunnid stashes
In caskets we put them bastards
We run the apples, Steve Jobs, only one did it faster
Portraits of Egyptian women, play Ashford and Simpson
If cash was missing, watch my dog get a bag off the benches
Trips to Italy, My presence different, bitches not forgetting me
Noodles from Sicily, Dissa epiphany
Manifested, Bubba La Lexus, right where it's treacherous
95 when Cool G dropped, Junkies infested
Where we played ball, syringes to benzes, this was a dream
Run from where niggas was teens, Half a million out they jeans
Talking fritz, rich, doo-wop, L.A. before the rooftop
A few chops, we kept in the crib, Rollin' up a watch
That's two blunts, Got cheese, middle of the day like school lunch
Hustle till I'm swimming in this money like the screws shut
I never gave two fucks, Dicky said I'm blued up
Marines turn to police, once they rocked the crew cut
I'm cool with a smoker, that'll smoke yo ass for two bucks
Niggas play games on the internet, now my mood's stuck
I'm drooled up, everything heavy like we be doves
From the Benz to BM Dub, Quick to get your BM Dub
Keep that over there, I run through the city like I know the man
They hope they execute you, when niggas just want to hold a chair
It's Don Peasy, I'm freezy, the chum breezy
That mean it's dancin', I'm in the vans and ain't on TV
Gotta be vintage, 112 and Mace probably rocked it
Went from playing casey till I had a case in the docket
Never saving face, I don't give a fuck about y'all topics
We was day to day, tryna make our way right out the projects
100,000 dollars in 20s, drinkin' Remy out the bottle
Hope the cops don't get with me
Ain't no security near me, when I'm back through the city
No paper for lazy niggas, boy you gotta get busy
(That's how I got it, 100,000 dollars in 20s
Drinkin' Remy out the bottle, hope the cops don't get with me
Ain't no security near me, when I'm back through the city
No paper for lazy niggas, boy you gotta get busy
I'm boutta proud of you)