Where Would I Go (feat. Rick Ross)

(Where would I go?)

(Where would I go?) You know real

Real big boss shit (Where would I go?)

Distinguished gentlemen shit, real street **** shit, yo

Jumped in the game feet first, and I paid for my actions

Hospital stays, laid up, related to asthma

And all I knew was chase paper in a dangerous fashion

Them boxes came to my crib with my name on the package

Mama, I made it, rose petals and gold Chevelles

Ask the team, we all cop gold bezels at those levels

It's on my wrist and as well as my hip, it's cold metal

This kind of game only run through your veins and your bone marrow

It cost me, they tell me be humble, they think I'm flossin'

Shit, I probably am, I got this out the concrete

I stood in front of buildings, sold dope brown as coffee

Wearing Barkleys, I just parked the 740 by a palm tree

(That's real shit)

Stuck to the plan from out the sand, get rich and share it

When you a dope boy, this the life that your bitch inherit

She wanna fuck me on a yacht and take a trip to Paris

I buy her expensive shit and she forget to wear it

Big dough when you thought of my block

I bought a brand new pistol when I thought of the opps

I had the money on the roll 'fore the water got hot

And I still remember who owe, case y'all thought I forgot

The Butcher coming, ****

It's the biggest

(Where would I go?)

**** desire to fit in, I was invited (Where would I go?)

Pistol whipped a few ****, he got indicted (Where would I go?)

When you face a few years, it's time to fight it

I shook the prosecutor right back, Johnny Unitis

Perry Mason, Gary Payton

Double M, ****, I live amazing

Dope boy alumni, such a classy unit

All double Rs at the class reunion

Pistol heavy, the money bagger

The bitches at me, up the ladder

Franchise, it's rappers that can't size us

Bitches flew out of state just to stand beside us

For a selfie, that boy wealthy

Four floor condos, that **** selfish

Waterfalls and all, deep in the cells

I speak from my heart, I rarely talk a lot

Went from Ford to Ferrari, look at the parking lot

Seatbelts are never, that's a common law

'Cause when the shots fired, fat boy hopping out

It's time to explain just what your songs about

'Cause when your homie got shot up, you cut your phone off

Only way I go is where I wanna be

My **** all on top, it's what I wanna see

My kids in a mansion, it got a hundred rooms

Playing hide and seek for weeks, what you wanna do?

Always talking coke and, man, I sold the most

To all my **** broke, Belaire Rose, we toast

Always keep your word and keep your mama close

You ride for your brother, teach your son the ropes

You never want it back, a blessing, get the most

That Rolex on your wrist, don't let it cost your soul