Taxin’ (Long Version)

[Intro: Dave East]
Uh, uh, uh, uh (Skrrt)
Uh, uh, uh, uh (Skrrt, skrrt)
Right, right (Uh)
Right, right (Uh)
Right, right (Uh)

[Verse 1: Dave East]
If it's a ghetto in Heaven, I hope there's leaked address
Both pockets empty, was mad stressed
The block, had to study like math test
Fuck it, jump out a bucket, I'm thuggin' in public
My life in a rush and nobody can touch it
I climbed out the gutter eating bread and butter
Jealous of my living, struggled with my mother
Did it for my brother, grew up with my cousin
Blew up on these niggas, they can't even stomach
I ain't asked for nothing, I ain't asked for nothing
I was out here hustling, nickel to a onion, onion to a plate
Shadow got me zoning, conversate with omens
Momma told me "Son, you nothin', need diploma"
Cooking in the kitchen, crack was the aroma
Pots full of powder, sit on a napkin
Let it dry, we riding, any block we sliding
AMG kitted
I been so committed, shorty so explicit
Everything I got on, you know it's expensive
Everything I get on, critical condition
Run up on this money, I would always listen
Tryna make it happen, in front of Pooch building
Early in the morning, I was waiting on a package (True story)
Global now, getting bookings all across the atlas
I roll up the Gladys and watch out for badges
My bitch is the baddest
Life is worth much more than a Patek
Always elite, can't do nothing average
He got in a beef, he ain't really know the game he was jacking
It was like 20 degrees outside, they took off his jacket
I seen a lot of my homies change up when I started rapping (A lot)
I fell out with my plug 'cause he started taxin'

[Interlude: Loyle Carner]
Uh-huh, yeah
Uh-huh
One-two, one-two, one-two
One-two

[Verse 2: Loyle Carner]
Uh, uh, 'bout time
Bump Dave East on the Southside
Little L.C. on the frontline
Four deep in the backseat where the clouds high
Brown eyes, 'bout nine
All that type been about mine
In the same old spot in the street where the Feds gon' watch
Everybody wanna talk about grime
What I knew about rap
Never handled the pack (That shit's wack)
I never handled the scrap
But I soon got a handle at that, facts
Uh, I was heavy in the flat
Kids said they ready to attack, in fact
One black who was runnin with the pack
One smack, I was laying on my back
Yo, I never could forget that beating
I walked home with a limp that evening
Leg broke and my head swole, bleeding
Metaphor for this life I'm leading
Uh, all the times I was leaving
Better score for the nights I'm grieving
Coach saying it was my time even
No comeback season
I got left with a bunch of scars
I'm on a track with a younger Nas
I better come correct cause everybody got a one connect
But one dance, I'ma don your set
I was a hoarder, what you know about bricks and the mortar?
Straight to the fridge, bare ice in the water
Was a private cooler ignorer
Fresh haircut with a side parting and a border
Not a Ridgemoor warrior
Keep the champagne, not a Class A Courier
Full back, not a real rap follower
If it's all shat like a champagne swallower
I'll leave you in a twist like Oliver
When I borrow an emcee's shit, no copier
I'm saying real words, don't bother you
Then why won't she follow you?
Saying that the streets don't love me and I love them
G's don't trust me, I don't trust them
Still wanna touch me, jealous that you must be
Still does more pain than it does them
Cause I still don't work, scrapin the dirt
See it from the stains on my shirt
I was raised on my J's, wasn't raised in no church
Raised in the states and labeled my worth like

[Outro: Loyle Carner]
Uh, uh, labeled my worth like
Yeah, Dave East, Loyle Carner
DJ Shadow, Big Shadow, uh
Uh-huh, uh-huh, yeah