Where Was You

Yeah
Jelly Roll
Mix James
Stag Mark
Gambling on a white boy, huh?
I've been on a couple of chips on that table
Everything, going to be a'ight
Almost still (all around)

When I was fucked up, and I needed your help
When I was doing bad, and I had to do it by myself
And I was all alone (where-, where was you? Where was you?)
When I was down-and-out, getting kicked in the ribs (wanna)
Police was running up in my crib and I felt so all alone
(Where, where was you?)

They said I was paranoid, I say it's common sense
I keep my door locked, and I learned from 2Pac
About them red lights, I watch for headlights
A headlights turned off (now that it's bad news dog)
Trans settled in the fears tell it
I can't go anywhere, street credit
I keep on telling Jelly, he caught in a murderous game
But if you know Jelly, you know that there's no telling him anything

Hard-headed, in one ear and out the other
I'm wasting my breath, talking to this motherfucker
This little motherfuckers is never gonna listen
Kept playin' with the games and he start having children
He got a mama named Donna, he got a baby named Bailee
He got a squad that's goonies, and that album that's crazy
He got a couple us here, got a whole bunch gone
But, he'll never forget, when he was all alone

When I was fucked up, and I needed your help
When I was doing bad, and I had to do it by myself
And I was all alone (where-, where was you? Where was you?)
When I was down-and-out, getting kicked in the ribs (wanna)
Police was running up in my crib and I felt so all alone
(Where, where was you?)

Just fucked up where I lived, this is just how it is
Cocaine paid the bill's over here for years
All alone at the cemetery, shedding them tears
Can't believe I would never see little bro again
This is real shit, so the streets gotta feel this
Shout out to Columbus, man, I can't believe they killed Skip
Tell the truth, it's fucked up where I live
I did seen them shoot it out right in front of the kids

See the block love me, but the cops hate me
So I gotta keep this pistol here, on safety
Dope boys in the kitchen, we'd be cooking for real
I done seen grown women, sell pussy for pills
Yeah, my PO, he'd be tripping all the time
Baby momma with that bitch, she'd be bitching all the time
Moneys is what I'm getting, nothing different on my mind
And I keep It cool, 'cause there quick to drop a dime, Jelly

When I was fucked up, and I needed your help
When I was doing bad, and I had to do it by myself
And I was all alone (where-, where was you? Where was you?)
When I was down-and-out, getting kicked in the ribs (wanna)
Police was running up in my crib and I felt so all alone
(Where-, where was you?)

Late night, grave sights in the cold streets
Duck and dodging, running from the police
Nightmares every night, getting no sleep
'Cause my nightmare's having Chevy and a store crib
I seen the window roll down, and they start dumping
My last stop before I die, is I didn't get nothin'
I ain't did nothin', but do a little stuntin'
And break bread and give my whole click a little some

You the type, give a young chick a little somethin'
Hopin' she might suck your lil' dick or somethin'
Bum ass boy, mamma doing bad
I have preparation full of CDS, if you're the man
What sucker, motherfucker, shoulda never got close
I think about your bitch ass every time we toast
You split the money, the 10s, the 20s, the 5s, the 50s, the 100s
I know your little bitch ass hungry

And you can't eat a motherfuckin' wit' bit us
Tonight, can be the motherfuckin' knife for us
I'm hype because hype is what my life was
Too strong, I'm move on, in the dust to dust
So, c'mon