Donde Esta

Alright, wes

It's the landlord bastard take more chances
Got no money in my hands
Used to be in the Chi'
Westside gamblin'
Two dice, no pass line
Rules we handled
Six-eight, five-nine, I was 14
I lost 25 bucks and caused a whole scene
I went back home and I ain't mention a thing
But I couldn't wait to play again, I was a fiend

Yeah
Where it's at, yeah
Gotta get it
Where it's at
Gamblin' and I'm spendin'
Where's it at
Get it, then I got it
Where it's at
Gotta put it in my pocket, yeah

Oh-six, one-way Amtrak Train
Chi-town to Penn station
Tryin' to get it mane
23 years old with a trash brain
I only showed up with 400 cash mane
Having dreams was the only thing
I had planned
If I ain't make it
Man, it would've been a damn shame
I went to the show straight off the damn train
Didn't even unpack
I showed up with my bags, mane
I showed up with my bags
And that's a fact
With 400 cash and that was that
And went to NY just to get it
Showed up with nothin'
But my ticket

Where it's at, yeah
Where it's at
Where it's at, yeah
Gotta get it
Where it's at, yeah
Trying to find
Where it's at
Yo

Made my first mil 2013
Before the Cosby shit
10k to beat three-oh-five
It was some sloppy shit
Six-sixteen for the building
I put the cash in
Pandemic came around
I wish I hadn't spent
Drinking cost me millions
Shit, I should be double digits
Yeah, I had some trouble with it
Humbled by some dumb decisions
Fumbled bags and funny missions
Gambled cash, some was trickin'
Hockey games, strippers, hoes
Had 'em over, some was winning
Spread 'em out, hedge your bets
Yeah, you know split the difference
Ain't gotta win 'em all
Just gotta win the big ones
Smooth slide when I fall
Dust off, new beginning
Eshu Tune, trust the mission
I.M.M., it's over hit it



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Writer(s): Hannibal Buress
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