Bitch Where

Made it out the Chi', if I didn't, wouldn't see today
It's a setback, every time I see the cage
You got warfare? If you do, then we can play
It got real dark, I'm like, "Bro', I see the way"

It could be Nacho Cheese, my lil' shorty Frito Lay
I look both ways crossin' the streets, and that shit still wasn't safe
I don't go to church, man, damn, I need to pray
S-O-S-A, B-A-B-Y, gang

How that pound smell?
We don't know you, boy, get your ass from 'round here
For the round table, I went bought some round chairs
Fendi, Louwop and Guwop, my lounge gear
At the gun range, sound checkin', sound clear
She want the Guwop, the Louwop, I don't wear
Tell your man (bah, bah, bah), don't go there

I'm in the church, and I'm tryna gеt my soul clear
Wrote my name on thе wall, hope it don't smear
Said I love you 40 times, I was sincere
He poppin' out with same clothes that my bitch wear
Dirty hoe said I was broke, and I said, "Bitch where?"

All my exes missing out they need to get here
All these bitches up in my hair like some L'Oréal
Bro got booked in 2011, it feel like 40 years
(This Chicago, nigga!)

Hi lil' Keith, it's granny, I'm so proud of you that you went on with your life
Going down to my house in Kamper, granny just loves it
Keep goin' baby, keep goin'
Granny just love how you move and doin' yourself, and doin' yourself well
Thank God