Where Was You (ft. Haystak)

Yeah
 Jelly Roll
 Mix James
 Stag Mark
 Gambling on a white boy, huh?
 I've been on a couple of chips on that table
 Everything, going to be a'ight
 Almost still (all around)
 When I was fucked up, and I needed your help
 When I was doing bad, and I had to do it by myself
 And I was all alone (where-, where was you? Where was you?)
 When I was down-and-out, getting kicked in the ribs (wanna)
 Police was running up in my crib and I felt so all alone
 (Where, where was you?)
 They said I was paranoid, I say it's common sense
 I keep my door locked, and I learned from 2Pac
 About them red lights, I watch for headlights
 A headlights turned off (now that it's bad news dog)
 Trans settled in the fears tell it
 I can't go anywhere, street credit
 I keep on telling Jelly, he caught in a murderous game
 But if you know Jelly, you know that there's no telling him anything
 Hard-headed, in one ear and out the other
 I'm wasting my breath, talking to this motherfucker
 This little motherfuckers is never gonna listen
 Kept playin' with the games and he start having children
 He got a mama named Donna, he got a baby named Bailee
 He got a squad that's goonies, and that album that's crazy
 He got a couple us here, got a whole bunch gone
 But, he'll never forget, when he was all alone
 When I was fucked up, and I needed your help
 When I was doing bad, and I had to do it by myself
 And I was all alone (where-, where was you? Where was you?)
 When I was down-and-out, getting kicked in the ribs (wanna)
 Police was running up in my crib and I felt so all alone
 (Where, where was you?)
 Just fucked up where I lived, this is just how it is
 Cocaine paid the bill's over here for years
 All alone at the cemetery, shedding them tears
 Can't believe I would never see little bro again
 This is real shit, so the streets gotta feel this
 Shout out to Columbus, man, I can't believe they killed Skip
 Tell the truth, it's fucked up where I live
 I did seen them shoot it out right in front of the kids
 See the block love me, but the cops hate me
 So I gotta keep this pistol here, on safety
 Dope boys in the kitchen, we'd be cooking for real
 I done seen grown women, sell pussy for pills
 Yeah, my PO, he'd be tripping all the time
 Baby momma with that bitch, she'd be bitching all the time
 Moneys is what I'm getting, nothing different on my mind
 And I keep It cool, 'cause there quick to drop a dime, Jelly
 When I was fucked up, and I needed your help
 When I was doing bad, and I had to do it by myself
 And I was all alone (where-, where was you? Where was you?)
 When I was down-and-out, getting kicked in the ribs (wanna)
 Police was running up in my crib and I felt so all alone
 (Where-, where was you?)
 Late night, grave sights in the cold streets
 Duck and dodging, running from the police
 Nightmares every night, getting no sleep
 'Cause my nightmare's having Chevy and a store crib
 I seen the window roll down, and they start dumping
 My last stop before I die, is I didn't get nothin'
 I ain't did nothin', but do a little stuntin'
 And break bread and give my whole click a little some
 You the type, give a young chick a little somethin'
 Hopin' she might suck your lil' dick or somethin'
 Bum ass boy, mamma doing bad
 I have preparation full of CDS, if you're the man
 What sucker, motherfucker, shoulda never got close
 I think about your bitch ass every time we toast
 You split the money, the 10s, the 20s, the 5s, the 50s, the 100s
 I know your little bitch ass hungry
 And you can't eat a motherfuckin' wit' bit us
 Tonight, can be the motherfuckin' knife for us
 I'm hype because hype is what my life was
 Too strong, I'm move on, in the dust to dust
 So, c'mon