เนื้อเพลง Where Was You - Jelly Roll

Yeah
Jelly Roll
Mix James
Stag Mark
Gambling on a white boy, huh?
I've been on a couple of chips on that table
Everything, going to be a'ight
Almost still (all around)

When I was f*cked up, and I needed your help
When I was doing bad, and I had to do it by myself
And I was all alone (where-, Where Was You? Where was you?)
When I was down-and-out, getting kicked in the ribs (wanna)
Police was running up in my crib and I felt so all alone
(Where, where was you?)

They said I was paranoid, I say it's common sense
I keep my door locked, and I learned from 2Pac
About them red lights, I watch for headlights
A headlights turned off (now that it's bad news dog)
Trans settled in the fears tell it
I can't go anywhere, street credit
I keep on telling Jelly, he caught in a murderous game
But if you know Jelly, you know that there's no telling him anything

Hard-headed, in one ear and out the other
I'm wasting my breath, talking to this motherf*cker
This little motherf*ckers is never gonna listen
Kept playin' with the games and he start having children
He got a mama named Donna, he got a baby named Bailee
He got a squad that's goonies, and that album that's crazy
He got a couple us here, got a whole bunch gone
But, he'll never forget, when he was all alone

When I was f*cked up, and I needed your help
When I was doing bad, and I had to do it by myself
And I was all alone (where-, where was you? Where was you?)
When I was down-and-out, getting kicked in the ribs (wanna)
Police was running up in my crib and I felt so all alone
(Where, where was you?)

Just f*cked up where I lived, this is just how it is
C*caine paid the bill's over here for years
All alone at the cemetery, shedding them tears
Can't believe I would never see little bro again
This is real sh*t, so the streets gotta feel this
Shout out to Columbus, man, I can't believe they killed Skip
Tell the truth, it's f*cked up where I live
I did seen them shoot it out right in front of the kids

See the block love me, but the cops hate me
So I gotta keep this pistol here, on safety
Dope boys in the kitchen, we'd be cooking for real
I done seen grown women, sell p*ssy for pills
Yeah, my PO, he'd be tripping all the time
Baby momma with that b*tch, she'd be b*tching all the time
Moneys is what I'm getting, nothing different on my mind
And I keep It cool, 'cause there quick to drop a dime, Jelly

When I was f*cked up, and I needed your help
When I was doing bad, and I had to do it by myself
And I was all alone (where-, where was you? Where was you?)
When I was down-and-out, getting kicked in the ribs (wanna)
Police was running up in my crib and I felt so all alone
(Where-, where was you?)

Late night, grave sights in the cold streets
Duck and dodging, running from the police
Nightmares every night, getting no sleep
'Cause my nightmare's having Chevy and a store crib
I seen the window roll down, and they start dumping
My last stop before I die, is I didn't get nothin'
I ain't did nothin', but do a little stuntin'
And break bread and give my whole click a little some

You the type, give a young chick a little somethin'
Hopin' she might s*ck your lil' d*ck or somethin'
Bum ass boy, mamma doing bad
I have preparation full of CDS, if you're the man
What s*cker, motherf*cker, shoulda never got close
I think about your b*tch ass every time we toast
You split the money, the 10s, the 20s, the 5s, the 50s, the 100s
I know your little b*tch ass hungry

And you can't eat a motherf*ckin' wit' bit us
Tonight, can be the motherf*ckin' knife for us
I'm hype because hype is what my life was
Too strong, I'm move on, in the dust to dust
So, c'mon