Grease (Feat. Dave East)

Can't duplicate a custom piece
Knew the plug a couple weeks 
He got the most to lose, so out his crew
He's who I trust the least
But that work he gave me's fucking grease

Taste it, lose the feeling in your gums and cheeks
You gon' have to brush your teeth,they on the doors
You gon' have to stuff the seats,
Let the youngins eat
You don't gotta be who floods the streets, 
Keep the money out of sight, and the guns in reach
I've been the one to beat, Somerset the summer street
And they still haven't, damn, you still trappin', 
Paid your man's bail, and his lawyer, and he still ratted?
Why should I feel bad if someone placed the air tag in 
Which phones don't pick up on, and you dashed back by the airbag 
And caught you slippin', pop found a bundle, said I taught you different, 
I said you're right, came home next night and brought a brick in
Bro said dog you trippin', tell me how much dog you flippin', 
Following sentence, finna be a fentanyl proposition.

Knew the plug a couple weeks
He got the most to lose, so out his crew 
He's who I trust the least
But that work he gave me's fucking grease

Ay, y'all, was in the kitchen with a guy with dreads
At 17, he taught me how to whip it like Drivers Ed
The pigs want me alive or dead
All I did was follow the shit my financial advisor said
All the people I admire bled
Give me a bitch with some fire head, I get the empire fed.
Don't trust shit that a liar said 
The post office still in boxes, same reason that they fired Craig
Back strong enough to break daggers 
Had to take matters in my own hands before the plate shattered
With selling weight, mistakes matter
But I helped you get away safe like the fire escape ladder
In 08, I was a weight bagger
Out of control, putting powder in bowls like cake batter
Face fatter from steak platters
I had so much weight on my plate, it became a safe hazard

Knew the plug a couple weeks
He got the most to lose, so out his crew 
He's who I trust the least
But that work he gave me's fucking grease

I watched my neighbors smoke dope until his soul spoke
Couldn't get in first  they stole coke
Jumped in that ocean, it felt familiar like a boat float 
Tourin in australia diamonds on me did the gold coast 
You niggas bots, catchin feelings over what hoes post 
If it was bro's over hoes, I guess that code broke 
No more pieces nigga sold soap 
Comparing stories, got her memory kinda cloudy, but her nose know 
I took a trip, hope I got back home safe
Out of town, they tryna prove they cooked it better
I felt like Bobby Flay
My ocky stay out in Far Rockaway
He on his ding now, used to give out the beats
Thought he was Dr. Dre
Promoters hot, I got in late, but they still gotta pay
Copped the poplar strain, did Chardonnay and put on Dr. Strange
It's ring cameras at the crib before I cop a ring
Angels and my demons present, Keanu and Constantine
Fucking Pablo.