Where They At

Funny how things change when this shit pops

No more time on my hands, but there's gold on my wristwatch

People come and go, you know people get dropped

And it's lonely at the top, but I'm good, homie

I dropped outta college, put guap in my wallet

My pockets way fatter than Christopher Wallace

My prophets seen profits, they told me to stop it

But I can't be stopped, man, my drip like a faucet

Custom piece on my necklace

And they throw ten racks on my setlist (Throw it up)

Then we threw a couple hundred on some breakfast

Got no waste mans on my guest list

Checked a couple baddies off the checklist (True)

Snotty nose flying round the atlas (Goin' up)

All my old songs, they was practice

You know how long we've been at this (How long?)

Too long, so long, bye (Bye)

Fake friends, had to cut them ties

Me and my dog been them guys

You're too fake, I can see it in your eyes (Look)

In the stu' when I sip on rye (Yeah)

I'm too lit and I cannot lie (Too lit)

Seen things make grown men cry (Oh yeah)

Been through hell, don't ask me why (True)

Where they at, where they at?

I got my braids on

Where they at, where they at?

Hey, real ones on my phone

Where they at, where they at?

Hey, I know my team's on

Where they at, where they at?

Hey, hey, hey

I'm back in the black like the Raiders

Moccasin tan, my Chuck Taylors

I'm a real Neechie (My Neechie)

I'll break the copper on haters

Creator please answer my prayers

I see all the signs when you holla (You holla)

Now I may not look like my baba (Ooh)

But trust me, I look like my baba (I do)

Started from the bottom of the totem pole

Knew that I would be here many moons ago

Killer whale make a killing, now you don't know

Bougie native, fish and rice in my sushi roll

Can't stop, won't stop 'til my tic don't toc

Haisla Ave., my block

Haisla Ave., my block

My block, my block

'Cause I float like a butterfly (Lullaguday)

Warriors (Come out and play)

Talk down on my name but can't talk to my face

I'm child of the moon, I don't give you the time of day

So keep talkin' that bullshit (Yeah, yeah)

I be on my Sitting Bull shit (Yeah, yeah)

You ain't got it like me, 'cause I love me

Long live Minay, forever

Where they at, where they at?

I got my braids on

Where they at, where they at?

Hey, real ones on my phone

Where they at, where they at?

Hey, I know my team's on

Where they at, where they at?

Hey, hey, hey

They call me big Neech from the Cree, wow

Know you really love me deep down

Snotty nose, that's my Nishtaws

On my Dennis Rodman, that's weird boy (Catch 'em on the rebound)

Boards, catchin' feelings like chords (Come on)

Goin' live while I'm cleanin' my awards

All these haters wanna flap they lips

Just cut it right now, help me fit in my Porsche

I always wondered what it feel like, being rich

But I guess I have to settle for being this

Second wind for the fifty-sixth time

I been in it for the motherfucking U-Haul steerin' this

But I rep it for my Neechees

And they don't die, they just up in the bleachers

You can see it in my features

High cheek bones with my eyes full of ether

Now what do I say?

Life is so different, not pushing no yay

No packin' up baggies at four in the morning

The phone was just blingin', they callin' on me

Don't answer no more

Police is reachin', don't answer the door (Why?)

They askin' they questions

They thinkin' I'm trappin', I'm pushin' record, bitch

Where they at, where they at?

I got my braids on

Where they at, where they at?

Hey, real ones on my phone

Where they at, where they at?

Hey, I know my team's on

Where they at, where they at?

Hey, hey, hey