Verse 1 Shaquees: You Wasn't There For Me When I Needed You The Most Where Were You At When I Was Flipping Them I Fucked Up The Pot with the folk (I Fucked Up The Pot with The Folk) I was in the kitchen trying to make things Right I had to get it on my own ain't nobody wouldn't help me out so I started making songs so I started making sooonggs. Remember I Was In The Trap Flipping The Packs and Yo Bitch Ass Snitch on me and that's Sad to know yo own homies will switch up on you they gave my n***a 7seven 25 and my tre and my n***a Tre tooooo. They was some real n***as they showed me how to flip a pack and sell brinks remember I came up off hitting licks and sell them brinks I'm not gonna lie when I was in the Cop Car I'm crying like momma please help me I was down and broke it was a bad feelin had to stack it to a milli just to feed my lil chillien (Aye, Aye)

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Verse 2 Esavv: Down Bad Got Hit For A O Caught Me With A Low Blow I Was Locked In The Cold Collect Call Ain't Go Though Ain't Nobody Even Home I Was Feeling All Alone My Down Bitch Did Me Wrong what the fuck is going on shit turn me to a Savage imma let a bitch have it momma all in my business I got dope in the mattress damn she found out where I stash it baby momma shit worse swear she wants me in a herse write my name on the dirt I still did what I could I'm still doing what I should they miss treat me while I'm here but they gone miss me while I'm gone (They Gone Miss Me While I'm Gonnnneee) Hella Feelings got strong been smoking all night long liquor got a n***a faded keep me clutchin on my chrome like who the fuck is at the door prescription pills got me tripping family say I ain't listen closes n***as wanna diss me put my mind on a mission I put one though his fitted. (Claaa claaaa). Why n***a make me wanna get s hit like that pussy boy you a bitch ain't built like that talk my shit cause I'm lit and stiff like that alotta n***as ain't really got strength like that running up though them trenches all though the town that young n***a snitching he can't be around remember days I was broke I ain't even have style no voice in the street I ain't even have sound jump right off the porch a n***a got down got tired of these n***as talking reckless see got tired of them bitches tried to flex on me I'm devil to these n***as like a Hex on me imma pull a plug for I let a n***a do it first I live life everyday like n***a in the purge but they still telling me it could be worse

Hook 16: Where Were You At