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letra de where you at - joey fatts

[intro]
nick dow! (nick dow!)

[chorus: joey fatts]
uh, speakin’ of the city, i put it on my back (put it on my back)
all my n-ggas winnin’, dawg, you check the stats (check the stats)
took a couple losses but we made it back
do my n-ggas favours with no strings attached (nah)
it’s not where you been, dawg, it’s where you’re at (where you at)
you gotta watch your friends, those are ones who mad, uh
blowin’ dope for the bonar gas

[verse 1: joey fatts]
oh so special with it, i feel chosen (uh)
had the plan and mapped it out, let’s get this sh-t in motion (sh-t in motion)
cutthroat money, i get that money and blow it
i never had sh-t and it showin’
this weight up on my shoulders, never foldin’ (uh)
this chip on my shoulder that i’m holdin’ (uh)
they wonder why a young n-gga focussed (uh)
they wonder why a young n-gga ownin’ (own it)
i do this sh-t for young, he on that level four (on that level four)
i do this for my n-ggas ’cause that’s all i know (that’s all i know)
i do this for my daughter, swear i love her so (i love her so)
i do this for the city, put the beach on (beach on)
they say they run the city, dawg but we know (we know)
i do this sh-t for shirley and her three kids (uh)
i do this sh-t with honour, never compromisin’ morals
got people dependin’ on me, pray i make it big (pray i make it big)
this world upon my shoulders but i do this sh-t
i do this sh-t
[verse 2: a-reece]
international underground kings
n-ggas like me took the harder route
who the f-ck you callin’ out?
we can tell that you just started out
you treat the game like it’s your mama house
since every rapper is the goat, i treat the game like it’s a slaughterhouse
anybody can get it like it’s on the house, yeah
i’m the one they scared to talk about
i’m tryna count m’s, n-ggas tryna count me out
i was taught to go get it by any means
i don’t even think that you n-ggas know what it means
i don’t have to be a k!ller to tell you i’m from the streets
some n-ggas take led, i chose takin’ the lead
i was taught to fly without a set of wings
young black n-gga but the cuisine is j-panese
’cause it ain’t ’bout where you been but where you at
either you bounce backwards or bounce-back, n-gga!

[chorus: joey fatts]
speakin’ of the city, i put it on the map (on the map)
all my n-ggas winnin’, you can check the stats (check the stats)
took a couple losses but we made it back (facts n-gga)
do my n-ggas favours with no strings attached (strings attached)
i do this sh-t for them so they ain’t gotta ask (gotta ask)
watch out for your friends, those the ones who mad (f-ck ’em)
smokin’ dope, just blew a hundred grams

- joey fatts

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