Diop - Where You At? (Prod. by Burnt Coffee) | Текст песни

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• Where You At? (Prod. by Burnt Coffee)

I got less than ten tracks and more fans than I got homies
I've been buzzing online but nobody from my city knows me before
This music shit I had a job and a steady pay
Rap was a goal of mine but my money got in the way

Was working towards nothing but my savings account getting fat
Traded my stability for my akai, my mic and mac
Put my life behind me so I can live for this fucking rap
But when the bills came knockin' my pockets were anything but fat

I was kicked out, riding 'round my hometown
'till the gas tank hit E now the back of the bus my home now
Spittin' over the engine tryna write down these tracks
Cause of my empty pockets, wrist is missing watches got me rocking Shaq's

And who's gunna fuck with that?
My bills late, rents due and I'm young and black, tryna live off these tracks
Old hommies tell me everything wrong with that
You're not in school? Imma fuckin' rapper matter of fact

Gave the nine to five a try and ain't no way I'm going back
Then let them hear me rap, blow their top off like a cadillac
Put my city on these beats then kill the streets like cul de sacs
If there's a rapper out there better than me where the fuck they at?!

Where the fuck they at nigga? Where the fuck they at?
Where the fuck they at? Where the fuck they at?
If there's a rapper out there better than me where the fuck they at?
Where the fuck they at? Where the fuck they at?

Where the fuck you at, nigga? Where the fuck you at?
Where the fuck you at, nigga? Where the fuck you at?
Where the fuck you at, nigga? Where the fuck you at?
Where the fuck you at? Where the fuck you at?

Christmas Eve back in 2005
My dad and I on the couch running NBA Live
His eyes on the TV but in the back of his mind,
He's thinking 'bout the family that he'd rather spend his time with

I was up by twenty points, so I didn't really mind it
'till he got off the couch and walked out the door I sat there in silence
It was that day, I grabbed a pen and stormed in my room
Put my emotions on some paper all my sorrows and gloom

See I was BORN for this shit; Disagree, SUCK MY DICK
You don't know, how many times that I just wanted to quit
Cause they didn't want a piece 'till they found out that I could spit
Now they tryna kiss my ass but you FUCKERS CAN EAT MY SHIT

They tryna relate to me but your comparisons are over
What's the King of Pop to Prince? Fuck is Kanye West to Hova?
D-I-O-P to mediocre I thought I fucking told you that,
Imma be the greatest man I'm sorry I left you waitin' but,

Where the fuck you at now, where the fuck you at?
Where the fuck you at now, where the fuck you at?
Where the fuck you at now, where the fuck you at?
Where the fuck you at? Where the fuck you at?

I've been living my dream, where the fuck you been?
You can't live yours nigga, what the fuck you mean?
What the fuck you mean, nigga what the fuck you mean?
Where the fuck you at? Where the fuck you at?

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