Where Da Sta$h? ft. JPatz Lyrics

I never been one to really complain

If life deal the cards play the hand or fold the game

Not a fan of the stainless I prefer the metal be matte black

And I'm only finna ask one time

Where the stash at

I double backed on the plug his shit was all that

Take a sniff of this in a minute I bet he call back

I been programming It's cardio for the cardiac

And I ain't drinking 40's just water up in a tall glass

Aye cut the bragging, these rapping niggas capping

I was trapping trying to stack it tall as Charlie Chaplin

When the funds get to funneling family flip to foes

Buster's act like they bros and hoes start getting bold

Man, I learned to cook it up in the microwave or the stove

And rainy weather best time for trafficking on the road

And I'm veteran I been there and done it just check my resume

Married to the game I got no intention to separate

Took time to meditate I'm protecting my mental space

Cuz whenever I lose my head I find myself with a case

I was selling hard drugs when I was still on parole

Fiends at my momma crib they trying to get them a dose

I know I'm tripping, bagging up where I was living

But when nothing is given the only thing to be thinking is go and get it

Tryna focus on the vision but it's roaches in the kitchen

I was rapping bout the riches barely had a pot to piss in

I was stressed out, not to mention fresh out

But you don't never see me pout, I'm ten toes with my chest out

And lately I been spitting like the best out, hands down

That's why they trying to soak up my style like hand towels

Nigga go against me, he gon need to be helped out

He came in healthy, but he had to be helped out

The burner hold my jeans, I don't need me a belt now

If momma knew the half she would have her a meltdown