Dave East & Harry Fraud – The Product

Download another hot new mp3 free audio song by Dave East & Harry Fraud and it’s titled “The Product”.

Actually this amazing music is popped out of their newly joint album which is titled ‘HOFFA’.

 

Listen up below!.

 

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Lyrics

[Intro]

Imagine bein’ broke forever

Then you really count a million

With your own twins

La Musica de Harry Fraud

Hoffa, Pablo, uh

 

[Verse 1]

They sent my man up the road

He just got caught with some dope

Last week we was broke

Now the kid ’bout the greatest, just lookin’ for smoke

Could give a fuck about a G.O.A.T (Give a fuck)

I don’t know it but she already offerin’ the throat (Ooh, yeah)

Got this bitch drivin’ the boat

It get cold where I’m from so it’s Monclerc, every coat (Brr)

In the zone every time that I wrote

I live a life a lot of people jealous (A life)

We from the bottom, fuck is you gon’ tell us?

If they gon’ kill us, they gon’ probably

I seen the ambulance and heard the medic

Niggas get fame and don’t deserve the credit (At all)

Baggy’s was on me, servin’ every second

I be so comfortable in every section

Breathe (Breathe, breathe, breathe)

Fuck her so good, she don’t want me to leave (Yeah)

I had to keep a trick under my sleeve

We at the [?], movin’ like a [?]

Stuck in the trenches, it get hard to breathe

Thirty thousand in a Nike box (Uh)

Where I’m from we never liked the cops (Never)

Make the wrong move and your life is stopped (Boom)

I tried to get it right out of the project (Uh)

Bitches tellin’ me I’m toxic

We had the trap lookin’ like a moshpit

All you niggas do is gossip

Get this money, disappear like I’m Hoffa

If we 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 and product

 

[Chorus]

I catch a flight just to pick up the product (Uh)

I can never be a sponsor

Niggas had crack but we had the weed

I knew 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 [?] (A lot)

I talk to God then I diamond the cross

A lot of ’em sweet, we gotta extort

I catch a flight just to pick up the product (Product)

I can never be a sponsor (Never)

Niggas had crack but we had the weed

I knew 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 [?] (A lot)

I talk to God then I diamond the cross

A lot of ’em sweet, we gotta extort

 

[Verse 2]

I hope that you trustin’ me, seen the stash

We got enough paper to put in a sleepin’ bag

Don’t tell me, I seen they mad (I seen)

I put diamonds on my bed, VVS’s on my pillowcase (Bling)

Always movin’ like I’m in a race (Uh)

[?] 7-40’s, like it’s twenty to eight

That’s any state

We was the ones that mother told you not to hang with (Never)

‘Cause we was always on some gang shit

If you ain’t from it then don’t claim this (Don’t claim this)

I signed my deal and the first thing I bought was a stainless

Then I went, met up with [?]

I only had enough bread for my shoes

Livin’ my life, I have nothin’ to lose

The last place I’m tryna sleep is [?] box (Uh)

We would link up on dime blocks

I started with fifty, my nigga, that’s nine shots

My life had my mom hot (Boom, boom, boom)

I pick and roll on any opposition

I was feelin’ like John Stock but these rhymes got

Move right up out of them trenches, I sat on them benches, was feelin’ like, “Why not?”

 

[Chorus]

I catch a flight just to pick up the product (Right now)

I can never be a sponsor (I can’t)

Niggas had crack but we had the weed

I knew a few that got rich off of ganja

Middle fingers to your honor (Fuck ’em)

Kick me up out of the court

Dope, seen a lot of it [?] (A lot)

I talk to God then I diamond the cross (Uh, uh)

A lot of ’em sweet, we gotta extort (Uh, uh)

I catch a flight just to pick up the product (Right now)

I can never be a sponsor (I can’t)

Niggas had crack but we had the weed

I knew a few that got rich off of ganja (Pablo)

Middle fingers to your honor

Kick me up out of the court

Dope, seen a lot of it [?] (Kick me out)

I talk to God then I diamond the cross

A lot of ’em sweet, we gotta extort (We gotta extort, we gotta extort, we gotta extort, we gotta extort)

 

[Outro]

A lot of ’em sweet, we gotta extort

Pay up, nigga

Pablo, Harry Fraud, uh

Hoffa

We gotta extort