WHERE DO I GO (feat. C.S. Armstrong & GLC)

Where do I go? Where do I go?

Is it New York, The Bay Or Chicago?

Where do I breathe? Where do I go?

Is it the South of France? You let me know

Where do I go? (Ooh)

Oh, where do I go?

Yeah, sometimes I feel ain't a **** in the world that done been where I been

For my **** and my fam, I'ma go to the end

Got family on the Eastside of the 110

Was raised on the Westside by the 405

Exit Manchester, head west and take a ride

A left on Oak, on Queen St. make a right

500 block, curfew was street lights

My son in the back seat times we drive by

Reminisce the moments as a kid outside

And now we travel, his passport just like mine

To show him every ghetto be the same, get the money

Elevate yo' mind, only cry from a onion

Depression is financial, with suppression, we still comin'

Conditions might get bitter but it's sweeter with some hunnids

We know that Death don't discriminate, I ain't got no time to wait

Venezuela to Ecuador, we posted at the boarding gate

Aye, I'm sow these oats

And pray my seeds of tomorrow they grow (They grow)

Where do I go? Where do I go?

Is it New York, The Bay Or Chicago?

Where do I breathe? Where do I go?

Is it the South of France? You let me know

Where do I go?

Oh, where do I go?

Yeah, sometimes I feel ain't a **** in the world that done been where I been

For my **** and my fam, I'ma go to the end

I just took my daughter to Belize

Wit' my momma to meet her cousins and aunties

Garifuna culture, celebrate the 19th

Put the finishing touches on a house in Stan Creek

I ain't been since I was twelve, 6th grade of my middle school

Changing that, 'cause culture is the wealth, I preach in interviews

And I brought it with me for this brand new debut

In these dark times, a little piece of light will break through

Swear I got a hundred cousins, came up on that rice and beans

Stew chicken, plaintains, Sundays, split peas

Please, no pigtail, flavor of that oxtail

Make me wanna pick and move when city life stale

Changing my conditioning, still remain infinite

All from perspective of being a world citizen

Voice is my instrument, whole world listening

Add a muthafucka for my **** that's ignorant

Where do I go? Where do I go?

Is it New York, The Bay Or Chicago?

Where do I breathe? Where do I go?

Is it the South of France? You let me know

Where do I go? (Ooh)

Oh, where do I go?

Yeah, sometimes I feel like ain't a **** in the world that done been where I been

For my **** and my fam, I'ma go to the end

I had to double it up, I was gon' never give up

I was the ISM as fuck, I had a little bit of nothin'

I turnt that shit into somethin'

I start livin' it up, fuck with the ISM, get touched

It was never too much, gettin' some head in my truck

I was just getting some money, where do I go?

I know ISM is by the car load

Came out to Cali with folks and got a condo

Came with the vision to ball, I felt like Rondo

Blue came from Doc's Family Farm, and that's what I smoke

Man, my pimpin' the G.O.A.T, I got LeBron glow

Young Black Rafa when he first found water

Game locked like Rastas, sky blue Impala

I can see the truth, boy, these goofies imposters

Seent you do the fool, boy, you be in them costumes

Shouldn't say "fam" if you know you finna cross him

Shouldn't wear a fur if you gotta wear a possum

Everything a blur, seize the moment while we got 'em

ISM

Man seize the moment

If you see another brother getting money

He can never be yo' opponent, you know what I'm saying

We gotta unite and fight for what's right

Feel like JJ from Good Times and let yo' ISM be dynomite

You know what I'm saying

Church is definitely on the move

I am the ISM, this is the vision speaking the word

With my true playa potna by the name of Thurz

ISM