[Intro]
(Quincy Tellem)
Yeah (Ooh)
Yeah

[Chorus]
And they wonder where I've been
Tryna rectify my sins, I got plenty of 'em
I can get the shooters down here without saying nothin'
Anytime they open cases, get a case closed
Fly these birds by myself, avoiding plain clothes
Don't tell me shit, I'm the baker, I just make dough
Snub-nosed in the side of the Lamborghini doors (Ooh, yeah)

[Verse 1]
They talkin' drills, probably fire drills
I'm talking killers, they get sentenced, they don't get appeals (Free)
Anticipated my own journey, I'm still on the rise
Still hold the Glock from time to time just to get a feel
I don't want to shout no rappers 'cause they weird
I dare them to put money on my head, I'll wait
No refunds or exchanges in this shit, okay
Twenty-nine thousand for a brick, today
Eight bags for the Cali, this ain't mini shit
Worked hard for this money, didn't give me shit
Excuse me if I'm antisocial, I don't really rate you pricks
I just put a house on my wrist
Quarter-mill' to my mum, but she wants more time with her son
'Cause she see the badness in my eyes, ganja in my lungs
She's praying that God gives some guidance to her son
I'm still thuggin' with a mop, I'm like the fucking don
Sold O's on the block
Never been shy
Racks in my pocket, don't do pocket knives
Waggy with no tints, that's just how I live my life
Let them see the face with no mask so they can realise
I was doing this from time, I don't really compromise
I made music, sold packs, had to dead all that the same time
Don't disrespect, this ain't the same grind
I got to work, I didn't sit around and waste time
Turn the bando to a studio, now it's a gold mine
[Chorus]
And they wonder where I've been
Tryna rectify my sins, I got plenty of 'em
I can get the shooters down here without saying nothin'
Anytime they open cases, get a case closed
Fly these birds by myself, avoiding plain clothes
Don't tell me shit, I'm the baker, I just make dough
Snub-nosed in the side of the Lamborghini doors (oooh, yeah)