"Papaya Juice" lyrics
Dave East & Harry Fraud Lyrics
The Don's home turf's an ordinary neighborhood that is pretty extraordinary
Because he's the most well-known man in the neighborhood, and a sort of guardian of the place
On Mulberry street, loyalty to the Don is strong
They wanted him at any cost and they got him at any cost
He was the best guy around
What about the people he murdered?
What murder?
They expect me to talk it, yellow tape it
Way less than cautious, calling us employers
That's how you disrespect the bosses
I put it in a bottle out early, you know like coffee
Make a couple calls, go downstairs and get it off us
I heard God speak, humble rarely, give it 'cause we all street
Tenements done fucked up my mental, I need some palm trees
Cinnamon interior, alarm come with the car key
Everybody hated me at once, I feel like Aubrey
On June third, a wolf was born, I'm king to you Chauncey's
Mama work and pops hustlin', I'm home alone, Macaulay
My chromosomes is garly, we pour Patrón for Barbies
Couple sets of Marcus Garvey, shout Jameir, shoutout Jabari
That's my nephews and I love 'em, watch my sister do her thing
Took my shahada after jail, puttin' on the kufi was routine
Fuck a groupie, where the cream? Navy goose that match the jeans
Niggas never spoke it like me, spirit never broke and lightened
Ronnie sent me Kith, I buy it too
I carry it well, I think Mariah knew
Don't let me in that stu' unless it's fireproof
Got lawn Barbados, sippin' papaya juice
All the drips we took out of state, only the tires new, I'm valuable
Cuzzo took a plea, scared what trial do
This is on my last bag, so hit me back in like an hour or two
Black and white, number nine mics, with the powder blue
Everybody don't deserve them, so who I give these flowers to?
Mirrors in the bathroom sweatin', that's the shit the shower do
Witness in the courtroom sweatin', that's the shit a coward do
In Harlem, you live longer in the army than at a barbecue
If you become a star, this shit you started'll start to bother you
A lot of y'all, I fathered you, no trips to no carnivals
Gym star, I'm carvin' you, these bird bitches cardinals
Pablo on the gift that Harry Fraud produced, I'm honorable
Hoffa ran the union, that's why we talk in the conference room
They never found him
Both hands sore, we doing heavy counting
We can make that murder public and whoever house him
The facade never cracked
He mumbled some, told someone else to shut up
But he smiled throughout
Hard to say at this point who's going to become the most powerful figure in, in, uh, in New York
And then throughout the country, I think at this point most people are running for cover
And very often there's a war as men fight to become the new Don, the new boss of bosses
Because he's the most well-known man in the neighborhood, and a sort of guardian of the place
On Mulberry street, loyalty to the Don is strong
They wanted him at any cost and they got him at any cost
He was the best guy around
What about the people he murdered?
What murder?
They expect me to talk it, yellow tape it
Way less than cautious, calling us employers
That's how you disrespect the bosses
I put it in a bottle out early, you know like coffee
Make a couple calls, go downstairs and get it off us
I heard God speak, humble rarely, give it 'cause we all street
Tenements done fucked up my mental, I need some palm trees
Cinnamon interior, alarm come with the car key
Everybody hated me at once, I feel like Aubrey
On June third, a wolf was born, I'm king to you Chauncey's
Mama work and pops hustlin', I'm home alone, Macaulay
My chromosomes is garly, we pour Patrón for Barbies
Couple sets of Marcus Garvey, shout Jameir, shoutout Jabari
That's my nephews and I love 'em, watch my sister do her thing
Took my shahada after jail, puttin' on the kufi was routine
Fuck a groupie, where the cream? Navy goose that match the jeans
Niggas never spoke it like me, spirit never broke and lightened
Ronnie sent me Kith, I buy it too
I carry it well, I think Mariah knew
Don't let me in that stu' unless it's fireproof
Got lawn Barbados, sippin' papaya juice
All the drips we took out of state, only the tires new, I'm valuable
Cuzzo took a plea, scared what trial do
This is on my last bag, so hit me back in like an hour or two
Black and white, number nine mics, with the powder blue
Everybody don't deserve them, so who I give these flowers to?
Mirrors in the bathroom sweatin', that's the shit the shower do
Witness in the courtroom sweatin', that's the shit a coward do
In Harlem, you live longer in the army than at a barbecue
If you become a star, this shit you started'll start to bother you
A lot of y'all, I fathered you, no trips to no carnivals
Gym star, I'm carvin' you, these bird bitches cardinals
Pablo on the gift that Harry Fraud produced, I'm honorable
Hoffa ran the union, that's why we talk in the conference room
They never found him
Both hands sore, we doing heavy counting
We can make that murder public and whoever house him
The facade never cracked
He mumbled some, told someone else to shut up
But he smiled throughout
Hard to say at this point who's going to become the most powerful figure in, in, uh, in New York
And then throughout the country, I think at this point most people are running for cover
And very often there's a war as men fight to become the new Don, the new boss of bosses
