[Lyrics] Dave East – It’s A Lot Lyrics

Lyrics
No punches
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Thankful, the good and the bad, all of it
It’s a lot, from chucking gang signs to going corporate
It’s a lot, Mama telling us she couldn’t afford it
It’s a lot, from riding on the bus, now we in Porsches
It’s a lot, bitches with they phones tryna record us
It’s a lot, I just left a wake, I seen my grandma
It’s a lot, cousins see me, they pull out they cameras
It’s a lot, lately ain’t been speaking to my brother
It’s a lot, I see that shit on the face of my mother
It’s a lot, Pops prouder than he ever been
That means a lot, he asking me how much I be spending
Know it’s a lot, talking about my nephews and my nieces
It’s a lot, they know I got ’em if it’s a little or it’s a lot
I gotta bump my head, I clear mind, making salat (Mashallah)
Every time I ever pay the lawyer, it’s a lot
Free my niggas, can’t say all they names ’cause it’s a lot
I ain’t do this shit all by myself, bro, it’s a lot
Giving out love, not getting it back, it’s a lot
In the mansion thinking about the trap, it’s a lot
Fell out with my bro, he took some racks, it’s a lot
I told him watch my front, I got his back, know it’s a lot
Ducking police, tryna stay lethal, it’s a lot
At first, they ain’t want you, but now they need you, it’s a lot
My homies keep dying, I question God, it’s a lot
Tryna see some shit we never saw, it’s a lot
Talking ’bout Hennessy, me and Shooter sipped a lot
I couldn’t even count the tears that dropped, know it’s a lot
Hours in these studios, grinding, I spent a lot
Circle ’round blocks ’til I’m dizzy, we spent a lot
Chasin’ dreams, now add up all my streams and it’s a lot
Before fans it was fiends, I feel asleep in some spots
Homies I fell out with ’cause they jealous, it’s a lot
Buying guns, I been collecting weapons, it’s a lot
Any harm you try to bring to mine gon’ get you shot
Talking bullets, it’s a lot
Quickly put you in a box, it’s a lot
Smiling I my face but really hate me, it’s a lot
Used to play me, now she tryna date me, it’s a lot
Never can I keep this Glock on safety, niggas plot
Sold to a undercover, he couldn’t believe it was a cop
Praying on your downfall, it’s a lot
How many times did I fall off and get right back, bro? It’s a lot
Giving out love, not getting it back, it’s a lot
In the mansion thinking about the trap, it’s a lot
Fell out with my bro, he took some racks, it’s a lot
I told him watch my front, I got his back, know it’s a lot
Ducking police, tryna stay lethal, it’s a lot
At first, they ain’t want you, but now they need you, it’s a lot
My homies keep dying, I question God, it’s a lot
Tryna see some shit we never saw, it’s a lot
It’s a lot
Niggas ain’t complaining
It’s a lot
A lot come with this shit
Love, hate
It’s a lot
It’s a lot