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Godfather of Harlem - DAMN Lyrics
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[ Featuring Dave East ]

I can't explain the way the fam could change as I flow lane in lane
It ain't the same, learn to embrace the pain or just remain the blame
Let's shock the world from counter tops with dust, I still could smell a bust
They not as thorough, I can't explain the rush before this life I lust
Fortunate I led my army matchin' camouflages, can't disguise it
I just can't explain it no way to describe it, keep it timeless
We was born as kin's, cruisin' down this boulevard of broken dreams
You keep losin' hope feel like your soul could scream
I done seen some thin's that make me question life for the rest of life
Like all you sacrificed, rollin' the dice had you upset with life
Name your price, we bargain at, hit laundromats to keep it clean
Thoughts was black, a tree stalk from the roots just go ask Ben
Been on a quest for love, requestin' drugs that I could sell myself
"I can't explain the way feelin's just change," that's what I tell myself
Now the game got me in a strain-ass pain I can mail myself
Now they jealous no umbrellas, I walk through that rain myself, nigga

Damn, lately we been eatin', got my weight up
Damn, she gon' pop for lashes and some make-up
Damn, niggas tryna stick me for my paper
Damn, crib too big I hardly see my neighbor
Damn, lately we been eatin', got my weight up
Damn, she gon' pop for lashes and some make-up
Damn, niggas tryna stick me for my paper
Damn, crib too big I hardly see my neighbor

You're in the presence of a gift
East coke mixed with Christmas tree (pfft)
Twenty chains on in a penthouse
Walkin' around like Mister T (right)
Both my hands was 'bout to freeze (burr)
We sellin' eights, it's 6 degrees
Thirty six, twenty with fiends
'Fore we Mike Amiri our jeans (way before)
Crystal-clean, I need my view serene
Inside my pocket's green (green)
I was watchin' out from lobby rooftops and what's in between
Took a 12-hour drive to Atlanta to pick up ammos, police scanners
And the dashboard rear view mirror came with cameras (I see)
Gotta eat before we hit the road we ain't stoppin' for a sandwich (at all)
If they pull us to drive 'em never panic
He start talkin' Spanish, "Cual es el problema"
You seen our Rollies, they doin' the Macarena
Thank God we not smokin' it would have surfed us without no time to clean up
Without no shine I'm genius
Flawless flows, I flex on Mike and Key shit
Million-dollar meetings, I just spent last weekend in the precinct (facts)
Slowly pacin', only waitin' for that day we'll all be eatin'
This money never ageg like Morgan Freeman that gave me all the reason

Damn, lately we been eatin', got my weight up
Damn, she gon' pop for lashes and some make-up
Damn, niggas tryna stick me for my paper
Damn, crib too big I hardly see my neighbor
Damn, lately we been eatin', got my weight up
Damn, she gon' pop for lashes and some make-up
Damn, niggas tryna stick me for my paper
Damn, crib too big I hardly see my neighbor
Damn, damn, damn
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I can't explain the way the fam could change as I flow lane in lane
It ain't the same, learn to embrace the pain or just remain the blame
Let's shock the world from counter tops with dust, I still could smell a bust
They not as thorough, I can't explain the rush before this life I lust
Fortunate I led my army matchin' camouflages, can't disguise it
I just can't explain it no way to describe it, keep it timeless
We was born as kin's, cruisin' down this boulevard of broken dreams
You keep losin' hope feel like your soul could scream
I done seen some thin's that make me question life for the rest of life
Like all you sacrificed, rollin' the dice had you upset with life
Name your price, we bargain at, hit laundromats to keep it clean
Thoughts was black, a tree stalk from the roots just go ask Ben
Been on a quest for love, requestin' drugs that I could sell myself
"I can't explain the way feelin's just change," that's what I tell myself
Now the game got me in a strain-ass pain I can mail myself
Now they jealous no umbrellas, I walk through that rain myself, nigga

Damn, lately we been eatin', got my weight up
Damn, she gon' pop for lashes and some make-up
Damn, niggas tryna stick me for my paper
Damn, crib too big I hardly see my neighbor
Damn, lately we been eatin', got my weight up
Damn, she gon' pop for lashes and some make-up
Damn, niggas tryna stick me for my paper
Damn, crib too big I hardly see my neighbor

You're in the presence of a gift
East coke mixed with Christmas tree (pfft)
Twenty chains on in a penthouse
Walkin' around like Mister T (right)
Both my hands was 'bout to freeze (burr)
We sellin' eights, it's 6 degrees
Thirty six, twenty with fiends
'Fore we Mike Amiri our jeans (way before)
Crystal-clean, I need my view serene
Inside my pocket's green (green)
I was watchin' out from lobby rooftops and what's in between
Took a 12-hour drive to Atlanta to pick up ammos, police scanners
And the dashboard rear view mirror came with cameras (I see)
Gotta eat before we hit the road we ain't stoppin' for a sandwich (at all)
If they pull us to drive 'em never panic
He start talkin' Spanish, "Cual es el problema"
You seen our Rollies, they doin' the Macarena
Thank God we not smokin' it would have surfed us without no time to clean up
Without no shine I'm genius
Flawless flows, I flex on Mike and Key shit
Million-dollar meetings, I just spent last weekend in the precinct (facts)
Slowly pacin', only waitin' for that day we'll all be eatin'
This money never ageg like Morgan Freeman that gave me all the reason

Damn, lately we been eatin', got my weight up
Damn, she gon' pop for lashes and some make-up
Damn, niggas tryna stick me for my paper
Damn, crib too big I hardly see my neighbor
Damn, lately we been eatin', got my weight up
Damn, she gon' pop for lashes and some make-up
Damn, niggas tryna stick me for my paper
Damn, crib too big I hardly see my neighbor
Damn, damn, damn
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Writer: Burt F. Bacharach, Christopher Wallace, David Brewster, Hal David, Osten S. Jr. Harvey
Copyright: Lyrics © CTM OUTLANDER MUSIC LP


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