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Dave East – Can’t Make This Up Lyrics

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Can’t Make This Up Lyrics by Dave East

[Intro]
Started with a nickel bag of regular green
I’m tryna do some shit they never seen, they told us never dream, uh
Tried to kill our dream, never dream, uh
Told us never dream, uh, uh, uh

[Verse 1]
Started with a nickel bag of regular green
I’m tryna do some shit they never seen, they told us never dream
I woke up, everything was broke, even family members
Got nominations I receive somethin’ thе Grammys send us
Grams, we split ’em, brеak ’em down and sell the whole thing (Whole thing)
It’s hard to give advice to a youngin’ just got a gold chain
He don’t wanna hear that shit, he touchin’ paper
I told him where I’m at, it’s quiet ain’t gotta cuss my neighbors
I told him never trust a snake and never love a hater
Nigga, we tryna be Kobe, just not another Laker
We need property, like Rick Ross, sittin’ on a hundred acres
Them Swiss rolls for dinner used to have my stomach achin’ (Hmm)
I told him, “Keep some lawyer money in case a case come up”
Some niggas get to stealin’, try to duck some lay it up
If they been down, make sure they ’round to dap your paper up
If niggas ain’t buyin’ no plates, we just gon’ eighth ’em up
School was never in my plans, I couldn’t wait to cut
Watchin’ niggas spend they last, while I was savin’ up
I watched whole families get boxed like the Brady bunch
Spent so much time down, can’t wait to feel the day we up
Can’t make this up

[Chorus]
I can’t make this up, I can’t make this up (I can’t)
Look, I can’t make this up, I can’t make this up (For real)
Nah, I can’t make this up, I can’t make this up (For real)
I can’t make this up, I can’t make this up (Uh)

[Verse 2]
Really speak my life, when I get a beat
From Jones to Venice beach, don’t know who this feelin’ reach (Don’t know)
I feel complete, remove the roof so I can feel the breeze
The hoodie is still Céline, this foreign a real machine
I’m eatin’ lumpia, the chef in from the Philippines
Take his top off, hard to intervene with a guillotine (Uh)
If he ain’t touch a dub yet, his pickets is still a teen
It’s Future, I never liked you or Michael shit, that Billie Jean (Uh)
Me and you cannot relate, we into different things (Different)
I move like this, you move like that, see, we got different skins (See)
These denim tears, no these is Levi’s, these is different jeans
Some one at weed, someone at coke, shit, we had different fiends (Uh)
Pick a team and we can bet it
Niggas pay attention ’cause I said it
One life, I won’t regret it (I won’t)
I can’t make this up, it ain’t a fairytale
Ours bread was very stale
I know they feel my shit in every jail, uh
[Chorus]
I can’t make this up, I can’t make this up (I can’t)
I can’t make this up, I can’t make this up (My life)
Nah, I can’t make this up, I can’t make this up
I can’t make this up, I can’t make this up (Uh)
I can’t make this up, I can’t make this up
I can’t make this up, I can’t make this up
I can’t make this up, I can’t make this up (Uh)
I can’t make this up, I can’t make this up

[Outro]
Can’t make this up
I can’t make this up, I can’t make this up
Tood bad the niggas don’t really know
Ain’t around to tell ’em, niggas how it went
I can’t make this up
True story, reality
I can’t make this up



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