20 of the Best Lyrics From Dave East’s ‘Karma 2′ Mixtape

"Audermar face, the car came with drapes/Your bitch spent the night, she calling in late/The cameras was on us, we walked in so late/Nobu for dinner, got shark on my plate/Just come to my room, I'm not tryin' to date/Tryna book me, just send me that bag, pick a date/She ain't used to the stars, kick that hoe out the Wraith/Get money fuck bitches and get the way" —Dave East

"10 years ago, I was dreaming that I was touring/Had the ankle Ralph Lauren, these rap niggas wild boring/They ain't entertaining me/Behind the Gucci belt is where the stainless be/Better catch a body if you aim at me/I be where the jackboys, the hustlers and the gangsters be/Did a couple corporate deals, honestly, ain't no changing me/Drop 'em in the river, bury his ankles where the anchor be/Powder for your bitch face like maybe it's Maybelline" —Dave East

"I'm with robbers and killers/Clocking in, I do my job and get busy/You gotta rob me, shit, you gotta come kill me/Sleep with the pound on me/Nowadays, I'm going up, all these bitches go down on me/Light work, 60 dub bags, quarter pound on me/Crown on me, I don't claim king, just run the town homie/At the lounge doly, the hoodie low, don't need the crowd on me" —Dave East

"Broad daylight, if forever running to 'em, I won't even see the witness/Burned out on a Sunday, I'm high on the one-way and I don't even see the speeding limit/Pac prolly had the same feelin', Biggie prolly had the same feelin'/A lot of sucker shit I ain't feelin'/I'm blowing sour out the Range ceilin'/Niggas really got me hot, catch him in the drop, trying to leave his brains in it/We never shaky and we ain't timid/Ya momma lobby, I be waiting in it"—Dave East

"I got no pics on Kairi/New Glock 9 on my hip, you get clipped if you reachin'/Make the bartender send you a shot of some bleach/We gon' make you go viral, you cry like Tyrese/You say my name on a single, my niggas gon' lean you, we'll be at your album release/Jay might pick me up, we just got him a jeep/Dre Mac called me my phone, said he got him some freaks/If I ain't in Dolce Gabanna, they bite like piranhas, I probably Versace my teeth/Send threats on the net but be hiding from me/I play Soho that's why this designer on me"—Dave East

"I got a bitch, came from Russia/Don't understand her when I fuck her, gon' spend all the money/I rush every hour, Chris Tucker/I'm balling on 'em like the Rucker, we laughing it's funny/I beat it like I'm DJ Mustard/I got your bitch all through the gutter, I just told her bust it/We got them sticks on us in public/I cannot kick it for nothing, might fuck up your budget"—Dave East

"I told that bitch take off her makeup/Come eat me while I smoke this eighth up/If I get a scale and a razor, you gon' think a nigga play for the Lakers/Go play for the Clippers if you was a barber my nigga, you could never fade us/Shorty don't work at the bank, but she like to chase, she won't get no pay stubs"—Dave East

"I took your bitch and I fucked on a island/Get fresh on my own, I do not got a stylist/I'm fly as fuck like a mo'fuckin' pilot/I step back and shoot 'cause these niggas be foulin'/My young'un gon' shoot, he in love with the violence/I just popped a pill and it fucked up my balance/I lay 'em down like I just did a tile in/I throw 'em down like intentional grounding"—Dave East and BlocBoy JB

"I can teach you how to drive, sit and park it with ya/We fought before we was hitting, shit, really off the liquor/Let me tell you about my man, he made his maths double/Like Biggie song, they shot his daughter in the calf muscle/A hundred percent, wasn't the type to half-hustle/Might die from greed, it's guaranteed if a bag touch you/He was connected in Milwaukee, came back to Harlem/550 the same color as coffee" —Dave East

"Body language different, he feeling like niggas talking/Keep praying to Jesus, he feeling like niggas crossed him/Hard to find his homies, he feeling like niggas lost him/Connect said he would front him a brick, but it would cost him/His connections from the Midwest just had him flossing/Flexed on the plug, said he'd had enough, he could toss 10/Spanish nigga with him helped understand when they talking/Connect kept telling jokes, he said he was Kevin Hart's friend" —Dave East

"Freaky died I thought I'm losing my mind/Mugga died I thought I'm losing my feelings/I'on know nothing, I know how to grind/I got a deal, trappin' right out my building/Hundreds they got me so open I hang out the window like Joker/I had to get cool with the smokers/I had to get cool with the fiends/Make moves with the players, have talks with the coaches" —Dave East

"New levels, bring new devils, never let it turn you devil/Call them plays so the team win, Coach K to my blue devil/They was transporters like Jason Statham/Now they ball like Jayson Tatum, my Grant Hills gettin' hand deals/My J. J. Redick's got flooded Pateks/Chasing millions in my Jason Williams/My Jabari Parker is a Rarri parker/Late looks from my Kyrie's, my playbooks like a diary" —Fabolous

"Georgetown inspired me, painted the foregin Hoya blue/Fuck police, I say what I want, I got a lawyer too/Stash in the Bentley, I'm hood, still riding filthy/I told them I could walk on water, oh, God forgive me/If you got a plan to rob me, hope you got a plan to kill me/Bitch this Crip, plus I've been sick, ain't no doctor can help me/Came up with all the hustlers, mastered how to chef/Gettin' head in a foreign, gotta steer with the left" —Dave East and D. Jones

"I orchestrated the whole corporation/Totin' bangers, prayin' we avoid the station/Bitch, I get that pack and I go walk the pay in/Running back, I get a sack and let the corner taste it/Clockin' in, I work the night shift with that ready rock/Longs you hit it with the right whip, they gon' steady cop/Please don't call me talkin' prices, make my celly hot/Said I ain't got hits, still buy the same jewelry that Nelly got" —Don Q

"Home invasions, homie over any amount of bread/Flip the fish tank, shoot the dog, make sure the house is dead/I'ma flight risk, no ankle monitor, I prolly fled/Claim you got the work with no job, same shit that Tommy said/I don't understand it, before I ever got booked for any show, I was scammin'/We was wildin' out way before I met Nick Cannon/End up dead was boiling eggs in the morning, I was scrambling/I got chased for my biggie, my cousin got shot for his Vanson" —Dave East

"When I was dead broke, none of these bitches called me handsome/I got my weed from Audebum, my cousin got his from Branson/Couldn't sleep in the projects, now I sleep up in a mansion/Throwing parties in the Hamptons/ All these sticks think we camping/I'm serious as cancer/Bartenders too bougie, I slid off with the dancers/Strippers, I'm in L.A., they treat me like a Clipper/Laker, she fuck my Gucci up with all that makeup" —Dave East

"Talking how they getting it, we gon' see/Paparazzi follow me, you cannot call, I'm out of reach/I can see, promise Momma, shit I know she proud of me/I'm too high for this, it's quiet guess it's all this loud in me/Privacy, I pull up like I just hit the lottery/I could take they flow, they can't take mine, the greatest I could be like Ali/Let me get Cardi flow back, mention my name and it's so packed/You taking pictures with niggas hating on me, watch what you say when you post that" —Dave East

"Imagine I never got a deal/You met me on the block, first thing I said to you, 'I got the pills'/Niggas dumb hard in they raps, meet em, they not as real/I did the Reeboks, had to see how Balenciaga feel/I got my young bitch a flight, we in Vegas watchin' 'A Time To Kill'/Lay up under his car just to let him know that this drama real/Bag comin' in every way, honestly, I'm just tryna chill/Work like slave, whips and these chains as I survive the field" —Dave East

"Oh, you bought Rollies for your niggas? Don't make us take y'all wrists/Rapper's food, I tell my niggas, 'Go head, take y'all pick'/Not in the mood, but if it's women, go head, take y'all pick/Get rich and it's legal, think 'bout what we can make off hits/Not leavin' me off 'Bad and Boujiee,' I won't Takeoff shit/Won't pay no attention, they breath stinkin', they just talk shit/Even Shooter rapping now, we 'bout to get more rich/I mixed the flaggin' with my fashion, now I see more grip" —Dave East

"I'm in a drop and I'm speedin', talking police, I don't see them now/I got the Glock for no reason, it's hard to tell who be scheming now/I ain't going back to selling smoke/I ain't going back to selling pills, loaded weapon in my coat/Now I'm somewhere in the hills, private jet, Givenchy clothes/Need some Fronto, I could roll/Shit, I'm counting, got me cold" —Dave East