Where you was at, where you was at

Ryder n**a

Where you was at, where you was at

Where you was at when I was walking on the sidewalk and I ain’t have no car

Where you was at when I was broke and I ain’t even have a job

Where you was at when I had stones and I couldn’t p**s shit out at all

Cause you see I’m doing good now you wanna get involved but I can’t

I ain’t f**g with you cause you fake

Never gave a f**k about what they think

And I ain’t stopping ‘til I break the bank

Shit so hard I make these bitches faint

F**k designer everything be plain

I’ma go far like a plane

Yeah Donta that’s the name

I do me and I stay in my lane

A different day but ain’t nothing changed

Still remember days when I ain’t have a thing

Down on my d**k so bad like who to blame

But I was still getting money though

Can’t f**k with them leaches they blood suckers

I swear they won’t get a crumb from us

Me and Ryder n**a yeah we blood brothers

Get ran over if you don’t run with us

Tryna chase this bag but I can’t waste no time

Lil b**h she bad soon or later she gonna be mine

Poking it out for the gram on my timeline

Them niggas bitter sweet (Yea yea), like some lemon lime

Where you was when we was on the grind

Left that shit in the past, I put it all behind

Where you was at when I was walking on the sidewalk and I ain’t have no car

Where you was at when I was broke and I ain’t even have a job

Where you was at when I had stones and I couldn’t p**s shit out at all

Cause you see I’m doing good now you wanna get involved but I can’t

I ain’t f**g with you cause you fake

Never gave a f**k about what they think

And I ain’t stopping ‘til I break the bank

Shit so hard I make these bitches faint

Yeah, I stay ringing them bells

I stay giving them hell, I leveled up on another scale (yeah)

I blocked that b**h number like my name Javale

B**h don’t judge me when you see it on me

Shit can get ugly when I start getting money

I love this music shit so much I’m like a junky

I remember back in ‘04 we had it hard back in ‘03

I don’t really f**k with niggas that’s why I don’t got a lot of homies

Cause I can’t I see myself laughing to the bank

Don’t ask me how I’m doing b**h I’m great

And I gotta keep a watch out for the snakes

Only f**g with me cause I got rank

Where you was at when I was walking on the sidewalk and I ain’t have no car

Where you was at when I was broke and I ain’t even have a job

Where you was at when I had stones and I couldn’t p**s shit out at all

Cause you see I’m doing good now you wanna get involved but I can’t

I ain’t f**g with you cause you fake

Never gave a f**k about what they think

And I ain’t stopping ‘til I break the bank

Shit so hard I make these bitches faint