Dave East & Harry Fraud – The Product Lyrics

 

Lyrics for The Product by Dave East & Harry Fraud

The Product Lyrics

 

Lyrics “The Product” by Dave East & Harry Fraud

 

Imagine bein’ broke forever
Then you really count a million
With your own twins
La Musica de Harry Fraud
Hoffa, Pablo, uh

They took my man off the road
He just got caught with some dope
Last week we was broke
Now the kid ’bout the greatest, just lookin’ for smoke
Could give a fuck about a G.O.A.T (Give a fuck)
I don’t know it but she already offerin’ the throat (Ooh, yeah)
Got this bitch drivin’ the boat
It get cold where I’m from so it’s Monclerc, every coat (Brr)
In the zone every time that I wrote
I live a life a lot of people jealous (A life)
We from the bottom, fuck is you gon’ tell us?
If they gon’ kill us, they gon’ probably [?]
I seen the ambulance and heard the medic
Niggas get fame and don’t deserve the credit (At all)
Baggy’s was on me, servin’ every second
I be so comfortable in every section
Breathe (Breathe, breathe, breathe)
Fuck her so good, she don’t want me to leave (Yeah)
I had to keep a trick under my sleeve
We at the [?], movin’ like a [?]
Stuck in the trenches, it get hard to breathe
Thirty thousand in a Nike box (Uh)
Where I’m from we never liked the cops (Never)
Make the wrong move and your life is stopped (Boom)
I tried to get it right out of the project (Uh)
Bitches tellin’ me I’m toxic
We had the trap lookin’ like a moshpit
All you niggas do is gossip
Get this money, disappear like I’m Hoffa
If we at the table, I sit like a mobster
I go to sleep, in my dreams see monsters
Wake up and go blow the re-up and product

I catch a flight just to pick up the product (Uh)
I can never be a sponsor
Niggas had crack but we had the weed
I knew a few that got rich off of ganja
Middle fingers to your honor
Kick me up out of the court
Dope, seen a lot of it [?] (A lot)
I talk to God then I diamond the cross
A lot of ’em sweet, we gotta extort
I catch a flight just to pick up the product (Product)
I can never be a sponsor (Never)
Niggas had crack but we had the weed
I knew a few that got rich off of ganja
Middle fingers to your honor
Kick me up out of the court
Dope, seen a lot of it [?] (A lot)
I talk to God then I diamond the cross
A lot of ’em sweet, we gotta extort

I hope that you trustin’ me, seen the stash
We got enough paper to put in a sleepin’ bag
Don’t tell me, I seen they mad (I seen)
I put diamonds on my bed, VVS’s on my pillowcase (Bling)
Always movin’ like I’m in a race (Uh)
[?] 7-40’s, like it’s twenty to eight
That’s any state
We was the ones that mother told you not to hang with (Never)
‘Cause we was always on some gang shit
If you ain’t from it then don’t claim this (Don’t claim this)
I signed my deal and the first thing I bought was a stainless
Then I went, met up with [?]
I only had enough bread for my shoes
Livin’ my life, I have nothin’ to lose
The last place I’m tryna sleep is [?] box (Uh)
We would link up on dime blocks
I started with fifty, my nigga, that’s nine shots
My life had my mom hot (Boom, boom, boom)
I pick and roll on any opposition
I was feelin’ like John Stock but these rhymes got
Move right up out of them trenches, I sat on them benches, was feelin’ like, “Why not?”

I catch a flight just to pick up the product (Right now)
I can never be a sponsor (I can’t)
Niggas had crack but we had the weed
I knew a few that got rich off of ganja
Middle fingers to your honor (Fuck ’em)
Kick me up out of the court
Dope, seen a lot of it [?] (A lot)
I talk to God then I diamond the cross (Uh, uh)
A lot of ’em sweet, we gotta extort (Uh, uh)
I catch a flight just to pick up the product (Right now)
I can never be a sponsor (I can’t)
Niggas had crack but we had the weed
I knew a few that got rich off of ganja (Pablo)
Middle fingers to your honor
Kick me up out of the court
Dope, seen a lot of it [?] (Kick me out)
I talk to God then I diamond the cross
A lot of ’em sweet, we gotta extort (We gotta extort, we gotta extort, we gotta extort, we gotta extort)

A lot of ’em sweet, we gotta extort
Pay up, nigga
Pablo, Harry Fraud, uh
Hoffa
We gotta extort