[Lyric] Where You At? (TK TruZe)

Dude be on some tough shit
I asked em, where he at
Ain’t tryna send no addy
An he ain’t never seen a trap
He don’t know the trap
And I heard that boy always lacking
Gettin to that bag
You know that I be money stacking
Won’t let go of my demons
Best believe I’m pistol packin
Yo mans, ain’t run up on no opps
And he ain’t never sent no shots
You ain’t really with that shit
So bitch stop playin like you is
Playing in this field, you might get hit up in yo ribs

Fuck that hit his head
I pass the score, got the assist
You know that I be balling everyday
I’m tryna make it big
Quick to feel like, I’m goin die
Some days, I don’t wanna live
Made it out the worst
Feel I got, dug up, out the dirt
Where dropping bodies, do not hurt
And everybody, scream they turf
Was lonely in the streets
But somehow, we all made it work
I’m, sitting down
Looking up, thinking, bout all my sins
I be praying up to heaven
Like I’m tryna make it in
Like I’m tryna make it in
Why’d you leave me on my own
Going krazy, all alone
I’m acting shady, wit the chrome
Ay, yeah, like where the fuck you at
Stop wit all the dissing, drop the addy
Where you at
What happen to you saying
You was goin do, this and that
Stop cappin bitch, you don’t want no smoke
Stop lacking bitch, or end up in a hole
Souljahs wit me, they all ready, trained to blow
You keep on playing
We goin show you that this game is ova

Dude be on some tough shit
I asked em, where he at
Ain’t tryna send no addy
An he ain’t never seen a trap
He don’t know the trap
And I heard that boy always lacking
Gettin to that bag
You know that I be money stacking
Won’t let go of my demons
Best believe I’m pistol packin
Yo mans, ain’t run up on no opps
And he ain’t never sent no shots
You ain’t really with that shit
So bitch stop playin like you is
Playing in this field, you might get hit up in yo ribs
Walk downs on the boulevard
I was shootin for the stars
I’m just tryna make it far
I’m just tryna make it out
P Dub wit me, we in route
Lot of heat, we made the drought
Trenches bad they losing hope
Givin knowledge, droppin quotes
Tryna be the inspiration
Show my people dedication
Don’t understand then termination
Don’t need yo lil aggravattion
Sittin mad, you throwin fits
Drop yo mans, we yellin rips
Stackin money, add my chips
Had to get right and go legit
People hatin, I don’t trip
Said they love me then they switched
I ain’t trippin on no bitch
Bro nem leave you in a ditch

Ay, yeah, like where the fuck you at
Stop wit all the dissing, drop the addy
Where you at
What happen to you saying
You was goin do, this and that
Stop cappin bitch, you don’t want no smoke
Stop lacking bitch, or end up in a hole
Souljahs wit me, they all ready, trained to blow
You keep on playing
We goin show you that this game is ova
Dude be on some tough shit
I asked em, where he at
Ain’t tryna send no addy
An he ain’t never seen a trap
He don’t know the trap
And I heard that boy always lacking
Gettin to that bag
You know that I be money stacking
Won’t let go of my demons
Best believe I’m pistol packin
Yo mans, ain’t run up on no opps
And he ain’t never sent no shots
You ain’t really with that shit
So bitch stop playin like you is
Playing in this field, you might get hit up in yo ribs