Options - Cherp, The Game, Dave East

Drug Buyer: So, bottom line is we short and you gon' have to let us hold all of

that

Eazy-E: Oh yeah?

My people sittin' right across the street from your momma

house right now 'cause if I don’t show up, they gon' show out

Green Leaf, right?

That’s the street she stay on?

Drug Buyer: You really wanna take it there?

Eazy-E: You already took it there

Straight outta options like a pro style

Got these rap niggas sketchin' nigga’s profile

Niggas havin' more beef than a steakhouse

Police on your ass like a lifetime steakout

broke, ain’t no more safe routes

Black mask, black gloves, buy a nigga safehouse

Stay with the heat, nigga, like I’m D-Wade

Ghetto gospel even though that bar cliché

My life crisis, nigga, ain’t no more rebates

Momma sell her soul on Ebay to keep her seed safe

I’m Creepin On Ah Come Up, ass bettin' keister money

Lord knows they ain’t real like the Easter bunny

Fuck a food stamp, niggas need that real money

The type of shit that made Rich Porter uncle kill Sonny

Niggas playin' with that loot’ll get you laid down

A fifth rock, knock him out his boots, like H-town

Comin' from the projects, straight up out them options

Nigga had to get his shit jumpin' like a mosh pit

It’s usual, niggas gon' hate you 'til the funeral

That’s why I bag grams 'til my nails to the cuticle

Comin' from the projects, straight up out them options

Nigga had to get his shit jumpin' like a mosh pit

It’s usual, niggas gon' hate you 'til the funeral

That’s why I bag grams 'til my nails to the cuticle

All my niggas violent, all my niggas timeless

All my women dimes, I can’t keep 'em off my conscious

Harlem where they found this, Louis with the brown tips

I just press a button, drop a bomb and make the ground split

I was on my pound flip, index hit the downshift

Radio don’t work in the hooptie, go get the sound fixed

Guccis?

They’re my lounge kicks, standin' on the sofas

Hammer with a scope, no need more liquor, I’ma smoker

Straight faced, go get some cake face, not playin' poker

Best period, why so serious?

You niggas Jokers

They delirious, curious like George get banana clip

L’s had Santana Town was on my bandana shit

Different color crates, double XL, all my white tees

I just wanted Nikes, some are Tommy and Icees

With the lip read, delivered dimes on a ten-speed

Never been to Memphis on my Grizzly

These niggas iffy

Comin' from the projects, straight up out them options

Nigga had to get his shit jumpin' like a mosh pit

It’s usual, niggas gon' hate you 'til the funeral

That’s why I bag grams 'til my nails to the cuticle

Comin' from the projects, straight up out them options

Nigga had to get his shit jumpin' like a mosh pit

It’s usual, niggas gon' hate you 'til the funeral

That’s why I bag grams 'til my nails to the cuticle

Longnose to your temple, now you straight outta options

Attitude like I just watched Straight Outta Compton

I went from cockroaches to sleepin' on the Doc’s sofa

One of those, these are Tom Ford’s, not loafers

My gun’s bi-coastal, bitches bisexual

My niggas by your momma house, go whatever directs you

Aftermath affection, Westside Connection

Ice Cube’s in my ear, Dre Beats in the Tesla

Why these niggas stay gassin' they self?

I went electric

Still talkin' 'bout your old block?

Niggas playin' Tetris

Nigga shoot you in your face, fuck a message

I got niggas that do murders and can’t wait to get arrested

I know Mexican mafia copycats hang you from the Brooklyn Bridge

Tie your intenstines round your legs where your socks be at

Keyser Söze in a Sox hat

Nose ring, fuckin' bitches, thug, like Pac back

Comin' from the projects, straight up out them options

Nigga had to get his shit jumpin' like a mosh pit

It’s usual, niggas gon' hate you 'til the funeral

That’s why I bag grams 'til my nails to the cuticle

Comin' from the projects, straight up out them options

Nigga had to get his shit jumpin' like a mosh pit

It’s usual, niggas gon' hate you 'til the funeral

That’s why I bag grams 'til my nails to the cuticle