Dave East & Harry Fraud – The Product Lyrics

Dave East and Harry Fraud The Product Lyrics, The Product Lyrics by Dave East and Harry Fraud

Imagine being broke forever
You didn’t really count a million
With your own two hands
(La Musica de Harry Fraud)

Lacing my my man up the road, he just got caught with some dope
Last week we was broke, never cared about the crater
Just looking for smoke
Could give a fuck about a G.O.A.T.
I don’t know her, but she already offered the throat
Got this bitch driving the boat
It get cold where I’m from so we Moncler every coat
In the zone every time that I wrote, I live a life a lot of people jealous
We from the bottom, fuck is you gon’ tell us?
If they don’t kill us, they probably gonna jail us
I seen the ambulance, and heard the medic
Niggas get fame and don’t deserve the credit
Bangers was on me, serving every second
I be so comfortable in every section
Breathe, fuck her so good she don’t want me to leave
I had to keep a trick under my sleeve
We at the scenic moving like a leaf
Stuck in the trenches it get hard to breath
Thirty-thousand in a nike box, where I’m from we never like the cops
Make the wrong moves, and your life is stopped
I tried to get it right out of the projects, bitches telling me that I’m toxic
We at the trap looking like a mosh pit
All you niggas do is gossip
Get this money, disappear like I’m Hoffa
If we’re at the table, I sit like a mobster
I go to sleep in my dreams see monsters
Wake up and go blow the re-up at Prada

I catch a flight just to pick up the product
I could never be your sponsor
Niggas had crack, but we had the weed
I know a few that got rich off of ganja
Middle fingers to your honor
Kick me up out of the court, dope seen a lot of it bought
I talk to God and then I die on the cross
A lot of them sweet we gotta extort

I catch a flight just to pick up the product
I could never be your sponsor
Niggas had crack, but we had the weed
I know a few that got rich off of ganja
Middle fingers to your honor
Kick me up out of the court, dope seen a lot of it bought
I talk to God and then I die on the cross
A lot of them sweet we gotta extort

I hope that you trust me, seen the stash
We got enough paper to put in a sleeping bag
Don’t tell me, I see they mad
I put diamonds on my bed
VVS’ on my pillow case, always moving like I’m in a race
Came with Seven-Forties like its ‘Twenty to Eight
That’s any state
We was the ones your mother told you not to hang with
Cause we was always on some gang shit
If you ain’t from it then don’t claim this
I signed my deal, and the first thing I bought was a stainless
Then I went, and met up with pooch
I only had enough bread for my shoes
All my life I had nothing to lose
The last place I’m trying to sleep is a pine box
We would link up on Dime block
I started with 50 my nigga that’s 9 shots
My life had my mom hot
I pick and roll on any opposition, I was feeling like John Stock’
What these rhymes got?
Move right up out of those trenches, I sat on those benches feeling like “Why not?”

I catch a flight just to pick up the product
I could never be your sponsor
Niggas had crack, but we had the weed
I know a few that got rich off of ganja
Middle fingers to your honor
Kick me up out of the court, dope seen a lot of it bought
I talk to God and then I die on the cross
A lot of them sweet we gotta extort

I catch a flight just to pick up the product
I could never be your sponsor
Niggas had crack, but we had the weed
I know a few that got rich off of ganja
Middle fingers to your honor
Kick me up out of the court, dope seen a lot of it bought
I talk to God and then I die on the cross
A lot of them sweet we gotta extort

A lot of them sweet we gotta extort
Pay up nigga
Pablo, Fraud, Hoffa
Gotta extort