Where We At? (Street Mix) Lyrics

I watched a lot of niggas talk shit for so long, but now I gotta show them where the fuck they went wrong

Now won't you tell me what went wrong

Now won't you tell me what went wrong

Yeah, Chacon

M.O.E. forever

Brave, you ain't implicated in none of this, man

There's some shit I gotta get off my chest

Look, I pledge my allegiance to M.O.E

Real nigga dialect every time that I speak

Without the rap, I could've been something like Big Meech or even T.D. Jakes

I got real spiel to preach

Whenever Rico release, he make a nun coochie queef

Pillow talking to hoes bout how you wanna beef

I told Li that I was in your town for some weeks

What a coincidence that then I wouldn't hear a peep

Niggas better choose peace, pray to God for your healing

Worry about your gang

Heard a couple been squealing

I heard your mans told all the deets about the dealings

How you niggas talking crazy, but ratting before you killing

That's bad news, you got Chacon in a bad mood

Another classic. I told you boys I'm a bad dude

But I'm still hungry, trying to sell more than fast food

Niggas test my patience

We gon' send them to the breaking news

But where the fuck was you at

When I was trying to get off this crack

But where the fuck was you at

When I was trying to get off this crack

But where the fuck was you at

When I was trying to get off this crack

But where the fuck was you at

When I was trying to get off this crack

Ahem, and it all falls down

The game so tainted that they question my crown

The labels falling off it's killing they whole sound

How you think you're really him when the Visionary's around

Grim reaper, the game street sweeper

The type to fuck your bitch in your bed then let you keep her

The type of rapper that'll make phonies tuck all them heaters

Ain't no Drizzy, my shit hitting from jump

But I'm a sleeper

First things first, in this verse, I'm putting you in a hearse

The heat Chacon bring is real, this shit a curse

You talking shit now, we making niggas disperse

Rico C strikes again, I should put that on merch

We ain't heard shit from the last nigga who dissed

Could've shut the awards down, leave niggas pissed

You saying I should die, I just hope you don't miss

Cause if you do, we double back and turn your ass to a glitch

Over them Dre chops talking real nigga shit

I got hoes all over, shawty think I'm a pimp

Nah, bae, I ain't playa, but I'm far from a simp

I'm just good at snatching bad bitches back from a wimp

Every bar is super heavy, every hit making sense

It's a shame we gotta hustle for the scraps of a cent

But I'm not gonna fade away cause for this shit I feel meant

Knew I had to stick around when I made Had to Vent

If it was up to me, man, you would've been dead

Don't be mad at your bitch cause she wanna fuck Fred

I was in his area, I'm thinking he scared

He know the real when we drill shit, we aim for the head

Five niggas, ten triggers, twenty of y'all gone

They leave a bloody mess if you fucking with Chacon

That's why they show me love whenever I'm back home

When I'm up and I'm on, them niggas got thrones

But where the fuck was you at

When I was trying to get off this crack

But where the fuck was you at

When I was trying to move all these packs

But where the fuck was you at

When I was trying to move all this crack

But where the fuck was you at

When I was trying to move all them packs

We see how tough you is when niggas uppin' that chrome

Them bullets coming quick, we copying Pat Mahomes

Fifteen seconds before the reaper gone roam

If they think we shorthanded, I fuck with foes and unknowns

I can have a bad bitch posting my new songs

I can get my old bitch dick she can sit on

You know I got a thing for that caramel skin tone

Go crazy when I'm in it, got her dancing like Skinbone

I can shut your block down, word to Kim Jong

Your last couple singles, man, I easily shit on

Your freaky ass bitch man, I promise her head's strong

Fuck her like a wife, but like L.O.E. Imma head on

Like L.O.E. Imma head on

Cause where the fuck was you at

When I was trying to move crack

Had to get off them packs

I had to move em, you know, I had to feed for my family

Feed for myself

Feed for my community, getting my wealth

Where the fuck was you at

When I was trying to get off that crack

Where the fuck was you at

When I was trying to get off that crack

R-I-C-O, bitches stroking his ego

And that crack I speak of, that's the albums

The music is the crack

And the EPs, you can call them the packs

You dig

M.O.E.