Mista

[Intro (Sample)] Seen George? No I haven't seen anyone George all evening [?] but I've been looking all evening for him That motherfucker ate and slipped out. He gone down the street to fuck Where do you think he went to? By Clautia's house Clautia's a cherry girl, no She ain't no cherry girl that motherfucker talking about how she gonna wear a veil when she get married. That bitch oughta wear black for all the dick she done buried. Let's go online and see who can chеck out [?]. Yeah I know about that dirty motherfucker, I'vе been watching her ass. Joyce supposed to be my date [Verse] This the smooth talkin' criminal, don't let it get to you (uh) Taking what I say too literal, just took a sip or two (uh huh) Make subliminals in your head, about what I said (word) You're paranoid, you're getting clinical Might tell your friends to check on you I get it, I get territorial too if I'm in the mood Tell me once you move, avoid you getting rude What I gotta say to prove that's the last thing I'm tryna do Waste my breath, take a step or two when I'm letting loose Get a groove, ain't trying to get your chick, trying to bust a move Rush the room Y'all sweating, I'm dripping different it's assumed The scent I'm giving is perfume That ain't cologne on me It's just kush and pheromones Born with a pair of cherubs in the air above They put a crown on me Y'all ain't put it down like me Y'all ain't been around like me Where was you? Was back to back with Skep, Tim + Barry, Grime TV That's Not Me Before the drop, up top, Tottenham, JME A lot of shit I've seen, you just saw through your computer screen I've seen the real thing But all of us got quarantined Stimmy got me [?] back overseas New York, Liberty right across And it cost less than John F Kennedy Where were you? (Where were you?) [Chorus] Where were you when we were gone? Shit, where you? You were supposed to do your job Play your role Where were you when we were putting on Where were you when we was tearing apart every show everywhere we go Where were you? Oh, you were off? (Oh you were off?) Or were you never really on at all? (Nah) [Verse] Back up on my Mack Daddy Baddies at me Patty finna catch em catty But can't let that baggie pass me Even if it a baddie pass me Can't drag me in the dirt Trap me, put in too much work Lackey for the perc, shit Now they rowdy round his work Don't have to @ me just yell yerp Gladly get the word But a gally snagged me Has to be my lassie, want to flirt A whole different tone from last week, that ain't gonna work Can't catch me [?] Keeping it stacky was being outie when you started being sassy I ain't living on account of her (nah) Only on account of me when I'mma leave Otherside when it's my time to peace Ya ain't on it like I'm on it, b New security, back when I was a teen Let me in the back and out the front When I'd start a scene (fucking cocksuckers) Blunt setting off alarms when I was still green They saw me go up, get on top They show me love, don't show ID These chickenheads clucking up a storm like something wrong with me Like I don't belong up in the seats, it don't astonish me See ma? I'm a swan amongst these ducks and VIPs I'm on my high shit, 5'6" Three teeth missing when he grinning Mobbing in the big city with the best of them Might throw the Obamas on the 10 As long as you wrote a cheque for him Model citizen to the rest of them That wasn't blessed with them good looks Or grew up next to him Was the next of kin The industry incestuous I'm severing ties with guys who wouldn't let him in I part, repent up on your bitch ass Gonna get up off your dick fast Hope this shit last because you're big mad Sprayed it on Haters gonna lay it off [Chorus] Where were you when we were gone? Shit, where you? You were supposed to do your job Play your role Where were you when we were putting on Where were you when we was tearing apart every show everywhere we go Where were you? Oh, you were off? (Oh you were off?) Or were you never really on at all? [Outro] The hottest shit out, hot 700, you know how we bring it back There he is now the king of the party records, Rudy Ray More