How Bout Now - Dave East

Tryna call from the jail little brother needed bail guess that’s part of the

game homie

5 mixtapes dropped DJ’s at the top still say they never heard of me

Now I say my name 1 time now these niggas actin like they all so concerned with

me (hah)

Niggas never used to wanna pass the blunt now they going to buy weed just to

burn with me (I'm good)

Gettin money I was dead broke wouldn’t put me on same niggas tryna earn with me

(nah)

Couldn’t pay to go record had to pay to go to court oh Lord nigga how bout now

(bout now)

My buzz up right now (right now)

Couple racks in the truck right now (right now)

That I ain’t even touchin like that I was hustlin like that they spit

comfortable rap not me (not me)

Sound like a nigga starvin (starvin)

I want to get a condo (wanna get a condo)

50 niggas with me mobbin (niggas with me mobbin)

All by myself with a model (myself with a model)

Then my birthday passed, Freaky got killed like a couple weeks later (damn)

Bully was down, Charlie was down, my stress was so major

Started poppin them xannies 2 at a time with codeine (leanin)

Percocet’s 2 if I had em (2) put me on a hell of a lean (I'm gone)

Had to go Philly just to put my cousin in the ground that shit crazy (that shit

crazy)

Starin at his face then my tears start to fall that’s when shit got hazy

(forgot)

D Jones outside in the ride him and Tay so I jumped in the back seat

I can still taste them tears I hated that day them shits was so nasty

But I got a angel right now (right now)

Niggas think I’m famous right now (right now)

And for all of those thinkin my city fell off I can change it right now (change

it right now)

I remember bein in the 'jects me and Chette no hot water

Ain’t learn much in school I been movin through the world gettin live what the

block taught us (Eastside)

Me and Leezy in the staircase

5 5 get a dutch go and get a dutch

I’m talkin so dead broke couldn’t give a fuck (not one)

That’s when pulled up truck tinted up (my nigga)

Goin to the studio me bashin Chrome I’m like where that nigga soul at

Backwoods no I roll that (roll up)

Anybody hatin on us can’t control that

Then I did sway in the mornin

Shaun C, LV and my niggas (my niggas)

They gave me beat after beat (beat)

They really considered my vision (they see it)

Then I took a trip up to Yonkers (Y-O)

Thought I was dreamin or buggin

Style P got on my song Sheek showed me love while Jada was crushin

Haze, I’m around all my favourites

They told me I remind em of the old days

But I’m still on my block shit

Before I cross the street I look both ways

Uncle in the kitchen with a pigeon cookin up he would listen to the O’Jays

This before I had a beard this before I had tats I didn’t even know bout no

gangs

Only crip I knew was Pooch Loc

When it came to have a new coat

Same North Face from last year

The worst thing they could ever say is you broke

I jus want a lot of cash here

First class got me sayin I don’t do coach

Nigga how bout now (shit changed)

Nigga how bout now

How bout now (couple years nigga)

Harlem