Where You At

Yo, I got that five finger currency, I'm fucking with your stock take

I roll hotcakes, give it hot legs when I clock jakes

Until my lung collapses I won't stop mate

Drop straight crooked gang crud on 'em

I spit my heart, soul and blood on 'em

I take everything they love from 'em

I'm common as muck but style's uncommon

Lungs rotten, liver shrivelled, kidney pains

That's an occupational hazard when you're in the game

Sing my name, see your door fly

I'm on the ball, you're sitting courtside

I see through you, no four eyes

All the pussy you get, that's all mine

'Cause you can't deal with the matter

Like skipper, bare back it, no ribber

Thief Ledger got the crud, boy I keep that shit packaged and delivered

Scoot, scoot, scoot, scoot, scoot, scoot, scoot

Ayo they like "where you at? Come find us"

We up in 84 dropping slime, pure raw in our sinus

Shoplifting, vandalisers, weed under our fingernails

Paint on our designers

"Where you at? Come find us"

Somewhere up in Bris, box of short stuff with some piff

Fingers smelling of fish, sipping cider

Handle stolen items, pussy'ole rappers, I don't like 'em, nah

"Where you at?" Who cares? I got degrees on tap

Couldn't fuck with my shit if I gave you the clap

You wouldn't know real struggle if it gave you a slap

I'm out here, nothing to lose, still I'm making it back

Side chick feeding me steak while she's blazing my crack

Am I lying or not? I got your perceptions tied in a knot

I'll take you to space like I own Virgin

I wanna be a billionaire and put no work in

I show no love to no person, unless you're my people

Nothing personal but, you ain't my equal

My G's only step on it if it's for the dibs

You got a Z but it's a quarter dips

Anything I said, it ain't for your lips

Because if you said it then you're talking shit