where you been?

(Quincy tell 'em) Yeah, woo, yeah And they wonder where I've been Tryna rectify my sins, I got plenty of em' I can get the shooters down here without saying nun' Anytime they open cases get a case closed Fly these birds by myself avoiding plain clothes Don't tell me shit, I'm the baker I just make dough Snub nose in the side of the Lamborghini doors (ooh, yeah) They talkin' drills probably fire drills I'm talking killers they get sentenced they don't get appeals (free) Anticipated my own journey, I'm still on the rise Still hold the Glock from time to time just to get a feel I don't want to shout no rappers 'cause they weird I dare them to put money on my head, I'll wait No refunds or exchanges in this shit, okay 29 thousand for a brick, today 8 bags for the Cali this ain't mini shit Worked hard for this money they didn't give me shit Excuse me if I'm antisocial, I don't really rate you pricks I just put a house on my wrist Quarter-mill' to my mom, but she wants more time with her son 'Cause she sees the badness in my eyes, ganja in my lungs She's praying that God gives some guidance to her son I'm still thuggin' with a mop, I'm like the fucking don Sold O's on the block Never been shy Racks in my pocket don't do pocket knives Wagon with no tints, that's just how I live my life Let them see the face with no mask so they can realize I've been doing this from time, I don't really compromise I made music, sold packs, had a debt all at the same time Don't disrespect, this ain't the same grind I got to work, I didn't sit around, I don't waste time Turn the bando to a studio, now it's a gold mine And they wonder where I've been Tryna rectify my sins, I got plenty of em' I can get the shooters down here without saying nun' Anytime they open cases get a case closed Fly these birds by myself avoiding plain clothes Don't tell me shit, I'm the baker I just make dough Snub nose in the side of the Lamborghini doors (ooh, yeah)