where you been?

(Quincy Tellem)

Yeah (ooh)

Yeah

And they wonder where I've been

Tryna rectify my sins, I got plenty of 'em

I can get the shooters down here without saying nothin'

Anytime they open cases, get a case closed

Fly these birds by myself, avoiding plane cloves

Don't tell me shit, I'm the baker, I just make dough

Snub-nosed in the side of the Lamborghini doors (oh, yeah)

They talkin' drills, probably fire drills

I'm talking killers, they get sentenced, they don't get appeals (free)

Anticipating my own journey, I'm still on the rise

Still hold the Glock from time to time just to get a feel

I don't want to shout no rappers 'cause they weird

I dare them to put money on my head, I'll wait

No refunds or exchanges in this shit, okay

29 thousand for a brick, today

Eight bags for the Cali, this ain't mini shit

Worked hard for this money, they didn't give me shit

Excuse me if I'm antisocial, I don't really rate you pricks

I just put a house on my wrist

Quarter-mill' to my mom, but she wants more time with her son

'Cause she see the badness in my eyes, ganja in my lungs

She's praying that God gives some guidance to her son

I'm still thuggin' with a mop, I'm linin' the fucking donks

Sold O's on the block

Never been shy

Racks in my pocket, don't do pocket knives

Wagyu with no tins, that's just how I live my life

Let them see the face with no mask, so they can realize

I was doing this from time, I don't really compromise

I made music, sold packs, had to dead all that the same time

Don't disrespect, this ain't the same grind

I got to work, I didn't sit around and waste time

Turn the bando to a studio, now it's a gold mine

And they wonder where I've been

Tryna rectify my sins, I got plenty of 'em

I can get the shooters down here without saying nothin'

Anytime they open cases, get a case closed

Fly these birds by myself, avoiding plane cloves

Don't tell me shit, I'm the baker, I just make dough

Snub-nosed in the side of the Lamborghini doors (ooh, yeah)