Music Video
Music Video
Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Saba
Lead Vocals
Twista
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Cam O'bi
Songwriter
Carl Mitchell
Songwriter
Tahj Malik Chandler
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Cam O'bi
Producer
Matt Wheeler
Mixing Engineer
Cornell Smith
Recording Engineer
Lyrics
Oh, oh, oh
Oh, oh, oh
Oh, oh
Oh, oh
Where's your head?
Where's your soul? Your heart?
Where's your love? Your care?
Where's your life? Your scars?
You're lost (Ah, ah, look)
Earth can be so lonely, glad we're all in Heaven
Bet he can count a dollar, couldn't count a blessing
Ayy, where's your head? You neckless for a fucking necklace
Ooh, put that shit on record, bet they get the message
Just like "after the beep", wear my rap on my sleeve
Wear my heart on my tongue, where you think that I speak from? It's blood on my teeth
Like a opp ****, we opposed
I'm at the crib playing neo-soul
Dropped out, I don't need a loan
That same school booking me a show
Dropping college, collect like an audit
I'm an artist problem, what you call it?
I'm an honest artist, so they honor
Or we fighting fans like Ron Artest
I'm the coldest out, I'm so arctic
And I'm from the same place the solids come from
And I run shit like Sonic with my songs and all of my sonnets, signing
Where's your head?
Where's your soul? Your heart?
Where's your love? Your care?
Where's your life? Your scars?
You're lost (Ooh, ooh)
Food can make you forget that the world is famished
They on me like the new kid, this my college campus
Ooh, all these women want me like my name was "Channing
Tatum", I don't even take 'em, y'all can all still have 'em
Like, "I got my own", greed kill man, man still'll want more
**** spoon-fed, talking 'bout they poor
**** be broke, talking like they on, on
Really don't care what oppers say, though
They change theyself for compensation
Last year, I just had to lay low
Now pass the torch like "hot potato," ha
'Cause I'm on it, take the green line out west to Austin
Dropped the best project since The Chronic
Like a nerd freshman, how I'm locked in, I been
Off that, duff a ****, then I don't rematch
Grind mode, ****, I don't relax, ayy, go 'head, play this back, Sab
Where's your head?
Where's your soul? Your heart?
Where's your love? Your care?
Where's your life? Your scars?
You're lost
Where's your head?
Where's your soul? Your heart?
Where's your love? Your care?
Where's your life? Your scars?
You're lost
I tell 'em, "Pop that trunk," the sound deaf
Got kush, and I smoke that blunt 'cause I'm blessed (Woo)
Flow with the funk, then I'm fresh
And I got that 'cause I come from out west
I was raised around thugs and ballers
Something was happening whenever I'd come through
Hanging with the gang or with the crew
Anxious just to show what I could do
And though the gas will spark
When it got real dark, we would go take it to Garfield Park
To the holy city in K-Town, and go downtown
So I could show 'em that I'm real sharp
Ain't nobody fucking with us
Circumstances hurt your chances when you see how we coming
On my mama, Saba, when I got the OG on me
"Homie, no, way we don't want nothing"
Breaking atoms if we causing destruction
Making patterns if we causing eruptions
Second thoughts if you see us in the functions
Smoking weed if you see us into something
Do your thing and make your money, stack your paper
Go ahead, represent your crew
As long as you respect the west side of Chi'
Do what the fuck you wanna do, Twista!
Where's your head?
Where's your soul? Your heart?
Where's your love? Your care?
Where's your life? Your scars?
You're lost
Written by: Cam O'bi, Carl Mitchell, Tahj Malik Chandler
