Where You At
Nick Dow! (Nick Dow!)
Uh, speakin' of the city, I put it on my back (put it on my back)
All my niggas winnin', dawg, you check the stats (check the stats)
Took a couple losses but we made it back
Do my niggas favours with no strings attached (nah)
It's not where you been, dawg, it's where you're at (where you at)
You gotta watch your friends, those are ones who mad, uh
Blowin' dope for the gas
Oh so special with it, I feel chosen (uh)
Had the plan and mapped it out
Let's get this shit in motion (shit in motion)
Cutthroat money, I get that money and blow it
I never had shit and it showin'
Word up on my shoulders, never foldin' (uh)
This chip on my shoulder that I'm holdin' (uh)
They wonder why a young nigga focussed (uh)
They wonder why a young nigga ownin' (own it)
I do this shit for Young, he on that level four (on that level four)
I do this for my niggas 'cause that's all I know (that's all I know)
I do this for my daughter, swear I love her so (I love her so)
I do this for the city, put the beach on (beach on)
They say they run the city, dawg but we know (we know)
I do this shit for Shirley and her three kids (uh)
I do this shit with honour, never compromisin' morals
Got people dependin' on me, pray I make it big (pray I make it big)
This world upon my shoulders but I do this shit
I do this shit
International underground kings
Niggas like me took the harder route
Who the fuck you callin' out?
We can tell that you just started out
You treat the game like it's your mama house
Since every rapper is the goat
I treat the game like it's a slaughterhouse
Anybody can get it like it's on the house, yeah
I'm the one they scared to talk about
I'm tryna count M's, niggas tryna count me out
I was told to go get it by any means
I don't even think that you niggas know what it means
I don't have to be a killer to tell you I'm from the streets
Some niggas take led, I chose takin' the lead
I was taught to fly without a set of wings
Young black nigga but the cuisine is Japanese
'Cause it ain't 'bout where you been but where you at
Either you bounce back or it's a bounce-back, nigga, yah
Speakin' of the city, I put it on the map (on the map)
All my niggas winnin', you can check the stats (check the stats)
Took a couple losses but we made it back (facts nigga)
Do my niggas favours with no strings attached (strings attached)
I do this shit for them so they ain't gotta ask (gotta ask)
Watch out for your friends, those the ones who mad (fuck 'em)
Smokin' dope, just blew a hundred grams
Uh, speakin' of the city, I put it on my back (put it on my back)
All my niggas winnin', dawg, you check the stats (check the stats)
Took a couple losses but we made it back
Do my niggas favours with no strings attached (nah)
It's not where you been, dawg, it's where you're at (where you at)
You gotta watch your friends, those are ones who mad, uh
Blowin' dope for the gas
Oh so special with it, I feel chosen (uh)
Had the plan and mapped it out
Let's get this shit in motion (shit in motion)
Cutthroat money, I get that money and blow it
I never had shit and it showin'
Word up on my shoulders, never foldin' (uh)
This chip on my shoulder that I'm holdin' (uh)
They wonder why a young nigga focussed (uh)
They wonder why a young nigga ownin' (own it)
I do this shit for Young, he on that level four (on that level four)
I do this for my niggas 'cause that's all I know (that's all I know)
I do this for my daughter, swear I love her so (I love her so)
I do this for the city, put the beach on (beach on)
They say they run the city, dawg but we know (we know)
I do this shit for Shirley and her three kids (uh)
I do this shit with honour, never compromisin' morals
Got people dependin' on me, pray I make it big (pray I make it big)
This world upon my shoulders but I do this shit
I do this shit
International underground kings
Niggas like me took the harder route
Who the fuck you callin' out?
We can tell that you just started out
You treat the game like it's your mama house
Since every rapper is the goat
I treat the game like it's a slaughterhouse
Anybody can get it like it's on the house, yeah
I'm the one they scared to talk about
I'm tryna count M's, niggas tryna count me out
I was told to go get it by any means
I don't even think that you niggas know what it means
I don't have to be a killer to tell you I'm from the streets
Some niggas take led, I chose takin' the lead
I was taught to fly without a set of wings
Young black nigga but the cuisine is Japanese
'Cause it ain't 'bout where you been but where you at
Either you bounce back or it's a bounce-back, nigga, yah
Speakin' of the city, I put it on the map (on the map)
All my niggas winnin', you can check the stats (check the stats)
Took a couple losses but we made it back (facts nigga)
Do my niggas favours with no strings attached (strings attached)
I do this shit for them so they ain't gotta ask (gotta ask)
Watch out for your friends, those the ones who mad (fuck 'em)
Smokin' dope, just blew a hundred grams
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Writer(s): Jack Segal, George Handy
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