Where They At
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Funny how things change when this shit pops
No more time on my hands, but there's gold on my wristwatch
People come and go, you know people get dropped
And it's lonely at the top, but I'm good homie
I dropped outta colege, put guap in my wallet
My pockets way fatter than Christopher Wallace
My Prophets seen profits, they told me to stop it
But I can't be stopped, man my drip like a faucet
Custom piece on my necklace
And they throw ten racks on my setlist
Then we threw a couple hundred on some breakfast
Got no waste mans on my guest list
Checked a couple baddies off the checklist
Snotty Nose flying round the atlas (goin' up)
All my old songs, they was practice
You know how long we've been at this
Too long, so long, bye
Fake friends had to cut them ties
Me and my dog, been them guys
Your too fake, I can see it in your eyes
In the stu when I sip on rye
I'm too lit and I can not lie
Seen tings make grown men cry
Been through hell, don't ask me why
Where they at, where they at
I got my braids on
Where they at, where they at (hey)
Real ones on my phone
Where they at, where they at (hey)
I know my team's on
Where they at, where they at
Hey, hey, eh
I'm back in the black like the Raiders
Moccasin tan, my Chuck Taylors
I'm a real Neechie my Neechie
I'll break the copper on haters
Creator please answer my prayers
I see all the signs when you holla'
Now I may not look like my Baba
but trust me, I look like my Baba
Started from the bottom of the totem pole
Knew that I would be here many moons ago
Killer whale make a killin, oh ya dun kno?
Boujee native, fish and rice in my sushi roll
Can't stop, won't stop 'til my tik don't tock
Haisla Ave, my block
Haisla Ave, my block
My block, my block
Cuz I float like a butterfly, lullaguday
Warriors, come out and play
Talk down on my name but can' talk to my face
I'm Child Of The Moon, I don't give you the time of day
So keep talkin' that bullshit
I be on my Sitting Bull shit
Ain't gotta like me, cuz love me
Long live Minay, Forever
Where they at, where they at
I got my braids on
Where they at, where they at (hey)
Real ones on my phone
Where they at, where they at (hey)
I know my team's on
Where they at, where they at
Hey, hey, eh
They call me big Neech from the Cree (wow)
I know you really love me deep down
Snotty Nose that's my Nishtaws
On my Dennis Rodman that's weird boy (catch 'em on the rebound)
Boards catching feelings like chords
Going live while I'm cleaning my awards
All these haters wanna flap they lips
Just cut it right now help me fit in my Porsche (Let's go)
I always wondered what it feels like being rich
But I guess I'll have to settle for being this
Second wind for the 56th time
I been in it for the mutha fuckin' Uhaul steering this (skirt)
But I rep it for my Neechees
And they don't die they just up in the bleachers (ay ay)
You can see it in my features
High cheek bones with my eyes full of ether (ay ay)
Now what do I say?
Life is so different not pushing no yay
No packing up baggies at four in the morning
The phone was just blingin' they callin' on me (where they at)
Don't answer no more
Police is reaching don't answer the door (why?)
They asking they questions
They thinking I'm trappin', I'm pushing record
Where they at, where they at
I got my braids on
Where they at, where they at (hey)
Real ones on my phone
Where they at, where they at (hey)
I know my team's on
Where they at, where they at
Hey, hey, eh