The Mad Rapper - Call My Coach lyrics

[Produced by D. Dot] [Intro] Well look at that, the best of the East. A Philly n***a talking that talk on a Harlem n***a mixtape. All you n***as gonna hate this [Verse: Dave East] Dave East, spinning in that foreign with them suede seats Signed a deal with Nas but in the streets, I'm still waste deep I'm just tryna swim out, play that water like Michael Phelps Bullet proof the tint out, Light up before I spin out I f** with b**hes that teach yoga, I'm weed blowing The streets know em just keep flowing, that's what Malik told me Right before they caught his body, I'm in your apartment lobby Tryna get these packs off way before I go and talk to Papi New York City, make it here, you make it anywhere Some nights I was really broke, them days I didn't really care Check me out, I ain't in prison, nobody stretched me out n***as catching head shots like "Homie, what that vest about?" Trip to Baltimore, I got some work I let 'em test it out We back and forth silver spring, my cousin's selling weapons now Couldn't make this up, they let bully go then locked profit Ravenswood the cops watch us, surviving off of Hot Pockets I fell in love with selling kush, I got my youngins straight Feel like I ain't ate in days, codeine help my stomach ache The offense triangle, they need a better defense I had the Jeep, would go to Richmond almost every weekend I never seen Shook graduated from Springbrook College dropout, hit the trap, I know how them fiends look Roll the blue carpets out, it's money what we talking bout They hate the clothes that I wear, they hate the hoes I brought around Hate that I was nice at ball, they hate that I can talk that sh** Hate that I got pa**port stamps from taking awesome trips Think they hate me now, wait til I park the ghost I feel like I should call my coach, laughing while I'm coughing smoke [Outro] I don't know where the hate started. What you thought we were gonna stop now? Nah, we can't stop now, I love this sh** too much. Dave East