where you been?

(Quincy Tellem) Yeah (ooh) Yeah And they wonder where I've been Tryna rectify my sins, I got plenty of 'em I can get the shooters down here without saying nothin' Anytime they open cases, get a case closed Fly these birds by myself, avoiding plane cloves Don't tell me shit, I'm the baker, I just make dough Snub-nosed in the side of the Lamborghini doors (oh, yeah) They talkin' drills, probably fire drills I'm talking killers, they get sentenced, they don't get appeals (free) Anticipating my own journey, I'm still on the rise Still hold the Glock from time to time just to get a feel I don't want to shout no rappers 'cause they weird I dare them to put money on my head, I'll wait No refunds or exchanges in this shit, okay 29 thousand for a brick, today Eight bags for the Cali, this ain't mini shit Worked hard for this money, they didn't give me shit Excuse me if I'm antisocial, I don't really rate you pricks I just put a house on my wrist Quarter-mill' to my mom, but she wants more time with her son 'Cause she see the badness in my eyes, ganja in my lungs She's praying that God gives some guidance to her son I'm still thuggin' with a mop, I'm linin' the fucking donks Sold O's on the block Never been shy Racks in my pocket, don't do pocket knives Wagyu with no tins, that's just how I live my life Let them see the face with no mask, so they can realize I was doing this from time, I don't really compromise I made music, sold packs, had to dead all that the same time Don't disrespect, this ain't the same grind I got to work, I didn't sit around and waste time Turn the bando to a studio, now it's a gold mine And they wonder where I've been Tryna rectify my sins, I got plenty of 'em I can get the shooters down here without saying nothin' Anytime they open cases, get a case closed Fly these birds by myself, avoiding plane cloves Don't tell me shit, I'm the baker, I just make dough Snub-nosed in the side of the Lamborghini doors (ooh, yeah)