Where You've Been?

It's been years, King, where you been I've been putting in work, seeing mountains in L.A One week then next in Monterey doing real Man things Type of shit that make my momma proud Type of shit that make my bitch wanna give me rounds Type of movies you wanna say to the cloud Who cares if I'm silent, no I got it just know I got the plan Now I'm done plotting Real men seek their action Yeah, sometimes this life shit gets tragic Handle it like it's Shaq on the Magic Until I teamed up with that 24 And now I'm onto so much more, man Some people claiming they count up, they score It's been years, man, where did you go I just needed to grow, cut off some loose chains Seen some shit that made me learn through the pain Now I'm here to spit some real ass shit Don't care if this a hit, either way I'll be stacking up bread, leaving yo bitch on read God damn, snapping like it's a poetry jam Or a bron alley, old times, taking trips to the valley Once or twice, kings just living that life Old trips to Cancun, back when this world wasn't doomed Younging and spinning bars, claiming I'm up next, turning loose necks Slowly cashing in checks, yeah Slowly cashing in checks, yeah Cause I've been putting in work, seeing mountains in LA One week, then the next in Monterey, doing real man things Type of shit that made my mama proud Type of shit that made my bitch wanna give me rounds Type of movies you wanna save to the cloud Who cares if I'm silent? No, I got it just Know I got the plan and now I'm done plotting Yeah, and now I'm done plotting These old hoes get rotten My eyes on the bad bitch that I'm spotting Feeling like Mike when I palm that pussy God damn, it's a Spaulding Young King, that's wherever balling Used to get assists like I was Stockton Now I'm on to my own game, physical, driving in the paint Make this album, stop procrastinating, hoe I apologize, I was focused on the dough Young King got a crib of my own A place that I could call my own Home I got to much talent to keep up in this dome And I can get your bitch to fetch my bone But I won't cause I got a queen of my own She look good up in my throne Nobody knew me in my hometown That's why this kid is just destined to make it I'm bigger than all the small town dreams Bigger than this woods you role with them Russian creams Got too much shit up my sleeve God damn, man, cheers to a new me