Where We At? (Street Mix)

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Rico Chacon

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I watched a lot of niggas talk shit for so long, but now I gotta show them where the f*ck they went wrong
Now won't you tell me what went wrong
Now won't you tell me what went wrong
Yeah, Chacon
M.O.E. forever
Brave, you ain't implicated in none of this, man
There's some shit I gotta get off my chest
Look, I pledge my allegiance to M.O.E
Real nigga dialect every time that I speak
Without the rap, I could've been something like Big Meech or even T.D. Jakes
I got real spiel to preach
Whenever Rico release, he make a nun coochie queef
Pillow talking to hoes bout how you wanna beef
I told Li that I was in your town for some weeks
What a coincidence that then I wouldn't hear a peep
Niggas better choose peace, pray to God for your healing
Worry about your gang
Heard a couple been squealing
I heard your mans told all the deets about the dealings
How you niggas talking crazy, but ratting before you killing
That's bad news, you got Chacon in a bad mood
Another classic. I told you boys I'm a bad dude
But I'm still hungry, trying to sell more than fast food
Niggas test my patience
We gon' send them to the breaking news
But where the f*ck was you at
When I was trying to get off this crack
But where the f*ck was you at
When I was trying to get off this crack
But where the f*ck was you at
When I was trying to get off this crack
But where the f*ck was you at
When I was trying to get off this crack
Ahem, and it all falls down
The game so tainted that they question my crown
The labels falling off it's killing they whole sound
How you think you're really him when the Visionary's around
Grim reaper, the game street sweeper
The type to f*ck your bitch in your bed then let you keep her
The type of rapper that'll make phonies tuck all them heaters
Ain't no Drizzy, my shit hitting from jump
But I'm a sleeper
First things first, in this verse, I'm putting you in a hearse
The heat Chacon bring is real, this shit a curse
You talking shit now, we making niggas disperse
Rico C strikes again, I should put that on merch
We ain't heard shit from the last nigga who dissed
Could've shut the awards down, leave niggas pissed
You saying I should die, I just hope you don't miss
Cause if you do, we double back and turn your ass to a glitch
Over them Dre chops talking real nigga shit
I got hoes all over, shawty think I'm a pimp
Nah, bae, I ain't playa, but I'm far from a simp
I'm just good at snatching bad bitches back from a wimp
Every bar is super heavy, every hit making sense
It's a shame we gotta hustle for the scraps of a cent
But I'm not gonna fade away cause for this shit I feel meant
Knew I had to stick around when I made Had to Vent
If it was up to me, man, you would've been dead
Don't be mad at your bitch cause she wanna f*ck Fred
I was in his area, I'm thinking he scared
He know the real when we drill shit, we aim for the head
Five niggas, ten triggers, twenty of y'all gone
They leave a bloody mess if you fucking with Chacon
That's why they show me love whenever I'm back home
When I'm up and I'm on, them niggas got thrones
But where the f*ck was you at
When I was trying to get off this crack
But where the f*ck was you at
When I was trying to move all these packs
But where the f*ck was you at
When I was trying to move all this crack
But where the f*ck was you at
When I was trying to move all them packs
We see how tough you is when niggas uppin' that chrome
Them bullets coming quick, we copying Pat Mahomes
Fifteen seconds before the reaper gone roam
If they think we shorthanded, I f*ck with foes and unknowns
I can have a bad bitch posting my new songs
I can get my old bitch dick she can sit on
You know I got a thing for that caramel skin tone
Go crazy when I'm in it, got her dancing like Skinbone
I can shut your block down, word to Kim Jong
Your last couple singles, man, I easily shit on
Your freaky ass bitch man, I promise her head's strong
F*ck her like a wife, but like L.O.E. Imma head on
Like L.O.E. Imma head on
Cause where the f*ck was you at
When I was trying to move crack
Had to get off them packs
I had to move em, you know, I had to feed for my family
Feed for myself
Feed for my community, getting my wealth
Where the f*ck was you at
When I was trying to get off that crack
Where the f*ck was you at
When I was trying to get off that crack
R-I-C-O, bitches stroking his ego
And that crack I speak of, that's the albums
The music is the crack
And the EPs, you can call them the packs
You dig
M.O.E.

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