Dave East – I Don’t Understand It Lyrics

I Don’t Understand It Lyrics by Dave East

[Intro]
RIP Freaky
RIP Mugga
We gon’ do it for y’all
I don’t under stand these niggas Holiday Season

[Hook/Chorus – Dave East]
I don’t understand it
Niggas looking at me like I’m from a different planet
This ain’t happen overnight, this is how I planned it
I just want to f–k ain’t got no time to be romantic
Nine’s inside the truck, .45’s inside the Phantom
Grams had the smoker’s two step and we was jamming
We done shot in broad day, it wasn’t for these cameras
Nobody give me s–t, feel a type of way when they comparing
I’m nothing like these n—-s, see him with his b—h, she staring

[Verse – Dave East]
1100 cash just so the bottom’s red
(?) told me bloody gaining weight, hope he get out the feds
Cut your head, gonna be hard to recognise you without your dreads
Clientele slow with the pound, he go an ounce instead
Home invasions, homie over any amount of bread
Flip the fish tank, shoot the dog, make sure the house is dead
I’ma (?), no ankle monitor, I prolly (?)
When you got the work with no job, same s–t Tommy said
I don’t understand, before I ever got booked for any show, I was scamming
We was wilding out way before I met Nick Cannon
(?) boiling eggs in the morning, I was scrambling
I got cheques for my biggie, my cousin got shot for his Vans man
I was dead broke, none of these b—–s called me handsome
I got my weed from (?), my cousin got his from Branson
Couldn’t sleep in the projects, now I sleep up in a mansion
Throwing parties in the Hamptons, all these (?) think we camping
I’m serious as cancer, bartenders too boujee, I slide off with the dancers
Strippers, I’m in LA, they treat me like a Clipper
Laker, she f–k my Gucci up with all that makeup
(?) would have been my jeweller through the Meech era “free Meech”
These Cartiers help me see better, rep three letters “HMV”
I want my n—-s all in ice until we need sweaters
My whole gang gon’ flip your wifey if she let us
These diamonds on me, I got carets, I need lettuce
I’m sending pictures, I write my n—-s, they need letters
You a op or a fiend, these Xans help be sleep better
They wonder why I’m always in LA, cause Cali weed better
I don’t really jack son, I really had a thing for Janet
Talking all that tough s–t, come around these n—-s panic
Watch how I dap n—-s, cause I used to hand to hand it
Got caught with a hammer and they kick you off the campus

[Hook/Chorus – Dave East]
I don’t understand it
N—-s looking at me like I’m from a different planet
This ain’t happen overnight, this is how I planned it
I just want to f–k ain’t got no time to be romantic
Nine’s inside the truck, .45’s inside the Phantom
Grams had the smoker’s two step and we was jamming
We done shot in broad day, it wasn’t for these cameras
Nobody give me s–t, feel a type of way when they comparing
I’m nothing like these n—-s, see him with they b—h, she staring
I got a lil chick running stacks (?), her name is Karen
I gotta put these shades on in the club, these diamonds glaring
We all got guns, tell me who you think you scaring
If Mac in the Rarri, shooter gotta do the McLaren