Where You Was

Where you was when I was sittin' in a cell You ain't answerin' when I call, dawg, I was tryin' to ante up the bail Where you was when they was shittin' on my name Talkin' down, spreadin' lies, tryin' to strip me of my fame Should fake kick it with you just to strip you for the chain Or I might take you on a lick and fill your pistol up with blanks Fresh outta jail like Calvin, I might just do you like Ace Moral of the story, everybody with you ain't, ain't, gang I feel like everybody phony, I keep my mask on when I be trappin', dawg Cause everybody know me Made two hundred by my lonely, niggas thought That it was capped Made a hundred off the rap, The other hundred out the trap She don't even know my real name, She on me cause I rap I don't wanna know her real name, Just want her from the back Ridin Striker's runnin' laps, I be runnin' upthem racks Need my old plug back, I hope they free that nigga black I shoulda taught a yoga class, nigga, all I do is stretch When I close my eyes and dream at night, nigga I be seein' press I was locked up, not fucked up, nigga I ain't even stressed Everybody say they real when I got jammed where you was at Where you was when I was sittin' in a cell You ain't answer when I called, dawg, I was tryin' to ante up the bail Where you was when they was shittin' on my name Talkin' down, spreadin' lies, tryna strip me of my fame Should fake kick it with you just to strip you for the chain Or I might take you on a link and fill your pistol up with blank Fresh outta jail like Calvin, I might just do you like Ace Moral of the story, everybody with you ain't gang Take it out the pot and put it on a napkin Everybody ride your dick when you cracking Is you really havin' motion or you cappin' I thought you said you had my back, shit, what happened Remember all them long nights when we wouldn't going home Now you see me on the gram and be like, my mike mike welcome home How the fuck you still broke and I left you with the phone I ain't gon' never say your name, just sneak this you in my songs Shit, I tried to put you on, I got everything you want I got Perkys by the Lowe's, I got drank like Al Capone Used to treat you like my brother, now that bond, we got gone Said you was gon' hold it down, but you didn't, what went wrong Where you was when I was sittin' in a cell You ain't answer when I called, dawg, I was tryin' to ante up the bail Where you was when they was shittin' on my name Talkin' down, spreadin' lies, tryin' to strip me of my fame Should fake kick it with you just to strip you for the chain Or I might take you on a lick and fill your pistol up with blanks Fresh outta jail like Calvin, I might just do you like Ace Moral of the story, everybody with you ain't, ain't, gang