Where You Are

I never asked I just took it
Still havent told em where I put it
Offers came through, No the same new
My haters double thet and book it
Anyway, been MIA, Bought the juice on the trilly now
Tell the truth used to hate it but you feel me now
Hear me stepping on the sidewalk
And I can pay me
I cant get involved
If there aint no payment
So you could be the judge yea
And it the jury or plantiff
Cuz I could give a fuck less
I could give a fuck less
What you tryna prove or if you tryna make it
Do what you do, I know I dont do basic
go by the slow money
had all the show money
I leave you right where you are
Right where you are
Right where you are
Right where you are
Right where you are
I leave you right where you are
I never asked tell em book it
I see straight I'm never crooked
I keep it lowkey, Got so much green
Fuck I dont know where to put it, Both kinds
On the way but the crib look silly now
Competition on blaze through the city now
Got me floating down the west side, dangerous
I been ridin on the coast since I been born in Cambridge
They say pesos
More fades, more X, Y, Z's
So I could really give a fuck less
Yeah I don't give a fuck yeah
What you tryna prove or if you tryna make it
Do what you do
I dont do basic
Go by the slow money
Hello to show money
I leave you right where you are
Right where you are
Right where you are
Right where you are
Right where you are
I leave you right where you are
Right where you are
Dont be too far
I just need to be right where you are
Where you are
Right where you are
Right where you are
Right where you are
Right where you are
I leave you right where you are



Credits
Writer(s): Samuel Adams Wisner, Matthew James Dwyer
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com

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