WHERE IT HURTS ft. @producer Lyrics

Aye @p, I think we got another one

Yeah, uh (Yawn)

Yeah, uh

Yeah, uh (aye @producer, you produced this !?)

Yeah, uh

Yeah!

I called Ben and told 'em, go ahead and put some rubies on it

He wanna call truce, I'll think about it, smoke his homie on it

Walk inside my new home, this bitch look like a museum, don't it (Wow)

Pootang, when I shoot my shot, I move like hair with hot comb through it, uh

Cena tint (Yeah, yeah)

Ain't gon' see me (Yeah, yeah)

Take my drip (Yeah, yeah)

Wanna be me (Yeah, yeah, damn)

Pole position (Yeah, yeah)

I'm in first (Yeah, yeah)

Set up shop (Yeah)

Hit 'em where it hurts (Yeah, damn)

I been clocking in my 10,000

No vacations, racking up the hours (No way)

Man, the only time that I'll consider resting

When the whole gang taking ACE showers (Ace of Spades)

We don't got the time and we don't got excuses

Man our family starving, man we gotta get it

I could write a novel of the nightmares and the terrors

I'm sure you wouldn't get it (Talk yo shit)

Not a motherfuckin' thang is sweet

Young boys still out dying in the street

Every brother and homie we lost

Here's a diamond for 'em, memory gloss (Ok)

Kept my royalties, kept my masters

I can buy twice, no thrice what it cost (Spendin')

I ain't even had a pot to piss in

You god damn right, I'm finna boast & floss, yeah (Yeah, baow)

Niggas can keep all that pocket gossip (Pocket gossip)

And wonder why they pockets ain't knottin' (Why)

All of the fruit they bearing go rotten (Ugh)

Peak in my playbook, that shit washed man (That shit washed)

Better go back to the blueprint

That shit you put out is a nuisance (Besora)

Use your career as influence

So the mistakes you made, I won't do it (I won't do it, ha!)

Bitch I'm in a marathon, not a race (Not a race)

Can't decide, should I go with the B7 or the Wraith? (B7 or the Wraith?, yeah, damn)

Hot Sauce on my caviar, I don't care I like how it taste (How it taste)

I'm Northside raised with country blood (I'm Northside raised with country blood)

I eat quinoa and play in mud (I eat quinoa and play in mud, bitch)

I called Ben and told 'em, go ahead and put some rubies on it

He wanna call truce, I'll think about it, smoke his homie on it

Walk inside my new home, this bitch look like a museum, don't it? (Wow)

Pootang, when I shoot my shot, I move like hair with hot comb through it, uh

Cena tint (Yeah, yeah)

Ain't gon' see me (Yeah, yeah)

Take my drip (Yeah, yeah)

Wanna be me (Yeah, yeah)

Pole position (Yeah, yeah)

I'm in first (Yeah, yeah)

Set up shop (Yeah)

Hit 'em where it hurts (Yeah)

This Chicago nigga