Dave East links with Benny The Butcher detailing block hardships to elevated living and real money moves on gritty boom bap drums by Harry Fraud. Beats create organic space for stories to land with impact. Dave East been dropping clips left and right building serious hype before “Price of Pain” drops July 29th.
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Lyrics for “Dave East & Benny The Butcher & Harry Fraud – Everything Is Up”:
Dave East: seven grams a marathon before I crack a leaf only mollies grab a sheet see mommas blasting heat I feel like master P how niggas ask for East no longer got the hook up you let them eat watch how they actually feast set them at your table they ain't got no manners project baby it was all from the shoulders before we grabbed the hammer busted up my knuckles put a cast on it it was cash on us gas the whip I hope a cop don't scan the couches fountain blue the real who I salute I've been this way sick for a minute i need my mama soup Chanel bag compliment a swag she had to buy the boots life just keep approaching with decisions only I could choose a lot to lose baccarat rouge fragrance we popping v I'm troublesome thinking about other shit like Pac approve before ka I was hustling to keep my casa cool white and blue diamonds remind these niggas of anybody that hated I pull up in the latest these pictures I got to paint them homies turned into strangers never catch me complaining I'm blessed and highly favored came a long way from watching my mother stress in the pay rent now nothing we do is basic everything is up nothing we do is basic everything is up now nothing we do is basic everything is up everything is up everything is up Benny The Butcher: I'm from blocks that still hustle I'm only talking classic enough my first passion was nice with the air bubble they happen to catch one side of your life don't see a struggle so I never take nobody advice on being humble my drama pack life let's travel back to when I tax niggas my life a movie that's unfit for IMAX theaters so many chickens on the scale they trying to contact Peter I stash guns in a crib and she ain't mind that either but where was y'all when indictments came I was serving still learning the price of fame trying to price a chain now the checks clear before I write my name the truth hurt but niggas like to pay Dave East: anybody that hated I pull up in the latest these pictures I got to paint them homies turned into strangers never catch me complaining I'm blessed and highly favored came a long way from watching my mother stressing to pay rent now nothing we do is basic everything is up nothing we do is basic everything is up now nothing we do is basic everything is up everything is up everything is up
