Everywhere I Go

[Intro] Now the question has been raised, what the fuck happened to you? Well I can tell you what did not happen to you You didn't get your ass on this Cathedral mixtape Sissyyyyyyyyy [Verse 1: Curren$y] For not knowin' the ways you can be capped like a NBA salary Lives taken haphazardly, them sons of bitches is bastards, G That's why I be high B, so don't ask me why I'm not speakin' nigga Just ain't countin' no money up wit' cha The fuck we got to talk about? Not seachin' for Bobby Fischer But somethin' sticky and super official To burn with my girls in the parkin' lot Surrounded by 'em before I got out Parched aren't we? Honestly shorty, let me check make sure I ain't got no fleas up on me From minglin' with them ol' pussy ass niggas and dog ass bitches Old veterans get bit by the youngins I swear to God that them puppies 'll kill ya Field of dreams, they come true if you build it So I made myself if y'all can dig it [Hook: Kendra Ross] Everywhere I go we roll up Everywhere I go we pour up I know you think you shinin' nigga, so what? It wasn't going down til we showed up You know it's going down-n-n You know it's going down-n-n [Verse 2: Talib Kweli] Across the water or across the border See my second line deep like I’m from New Orleans You a snitch nigga type that’ll call the law So before the slaughter I get my thoughts in order Seen your rapper on stage you and your little crew We so sick of these Thelonius dudes Annoyance grew and the audience boo We had enough of your corny excuse Living in the world of my own adventure Life a gunfight, a knife is your only weapon You don’t really know what the fuck you stepped in Better chill right now, life such a blessing Save the feedback, where the weed at? Imagine me at an intervention You the one who need an intervention To stop you from interruptin’ sessions Wow that’s such a nasty habit Wow this marijuana marriage got my wifey jealous I get selfish when I’m making fuckin’ classics Amsterdam or California, Washington, Oregon or Colorado When we blaze in the club the Jamaican bud Got me feelin’ so special, no bravado [Hook] [Verse 3: Big KRIT] Hey ya I emerge from the south with the mind to get paid Cup of some drank keep it stuck in my ways Livin’ life tryna catch me a wave In the same state they used to wholesale slaves Pimp tight nigga hold up Presidential when I roll up, like a playa do She in love put nothing above purest the drug in a day or two That’s a playa move, in this game of life can’t cruisade or lose You gotta be willin’ to be the villain to give it [?] gator shoes I heard it from an old school kid, say I had an old school soul Told me I was bound to be great, never fall for the fake And never ever chase no ho, gotta make that dough Crack my seal, pop my trunk and work my wheel Cause every now and then, reflect on times That I ain’t have dimes to fuck or dough to spend So I gotta keep my mind right, forever run from the limelight I don’t need no fame, my aura shine so bright I’m a star in my own right, forever loyal to the game [Hook] [Outro] I love this nostalgic shit This whore right here Is literally like the perfect blow job [Curtis Mayfield sample]