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lirik lagu j'see - where was ya?

j’see – “where was ya” lyrics:

intro:
j’see’s broke and his friends turn enemies
i hate the fact he be out here still tryna live his dreams
does he do grime or does he on rap beats
he ain’t got n-body to pick up on his feet
maybe kyisha, nah she stays with family
acting like she always loved him
but she be stressing him with ease
he’s family neglected him
him and his mother doesn’t speak
i see him the other week, sleeping rough on the streets
yo..

lyrics:
now where was you when i was tryna get pees?
when i was on my lonely tryna make some cash to eat?
you was with your homies chilling laughing about me and now you stuck with those homies who will also snake you for the cheese
cause them n-gg-s are rats i don’t with rodents please
i was homeless tryna find a house avoided living in streets
never helped me when i was down
you just looked and walked with speed
acting like you never knew me
you just saw me on my knees
told all your n-gg-s that’s jay broke and made a scene
that’s not brotherly that’s kick a man down whens he hungry
i got a mad family
who doesn’t give a sh-t
i had beef with my father then my father called the pigs
arrested me for gbh
feds nick me on that day
took all of my phones
stayed in the cold cell as i sat there and laid
now what a cold day
there’s just so much to say
my life is like a maze
we don’t know where were rolling but we walk anyway
and this be like everyday
in the streets of london
everybody antisocial
get treated like you belong in the dungeons
and get ripped up like jack
cause everything is mad
and if you f-cking talk cr-p
then you will get stabbed
its j to the seezy
worth to the tizz y
my profit stays low cuz
cause i smoke
my own supply
i go broke for a couple weeks
to stack 2 bills quickly
pick up a z
and then smoke it all like a chimney
i’m so dumb i ain’t a f-cking trapper
but if a hood-man gave me weed ill act like ill will sell it but really i will bun it down like i’m eating bread with b-tter
he’ll will ask me for his pees i will tell him i’ll probably have it in summer
fly back to africa cause he’ll be driving a honda
cause he’ll be looking to dead off a b-tters ponce’r
and absolute joke, f-cking d-ckhead goat
but its cool cause i just literally smoked all of his notes
he can ask the queen to give him compensation what you think though?
do you think he’s gonna get it though i don’t really think so
he’d better be start again or go whoring himself to shine gold cause i swear down he’s the baddest like moloego
the wickedest ting
this guys lame anyway like moloegos dancing
doing them tings with his legs as if they partnering
walking towards the camera looking all r-t-rded
ballerina suspect hoodmen twinkling like some fruity star-ship
on a minaj tip, can you blame that they all b-st-rds?
hoodmen that turn sweet like hard men to wearing skinny’s
talking bout trapping in bandos
wifing side-chicks giving them pennies
impregnate the b-tch until your father shoots the belly
f-ck these b-tches who add you on fb and don’t say sh-t
ill come to your house and sh-t on your fathers dirty sink
for acting like you can come here and waste my time for thinking
that your on it
getting to know me so we can get f-cking
cause all i wanna do is add c-m to your bucket
like those hood guys
hypocritical yeah i know it
if i was a pengting i’d probably have b-tches
a black credit that flipping owns 6 digits
but i’m stuck with no money and my clothes aren’t fitting
one of my eyes have got good vision
the other one is glishing
something like r.s
its rolling safe it ain’t listening
i’m always losing to sh-t mc’s
cause i’m always buzzing
losing drops to the instrumentals that i just keep missing…
then i think about the rhymes that i should have said when it was my time to start dissing
and lyrically start k!lling
ill be drinking fairy liquid cause i don’t believe in drinking government juice, its filled with sperm
plus when your broke that’s my insides that’s missing
make hip hop and grime tunes
free-styling till i’m high dude
smoke so much trees sometimes i think i’m at eiffel
then my mind blows up like guy fawkes
my brain b-ttered this ain’t mixed with no trifle
when i’m going hard with my rhyme talks
if i keep talking reckless
i just might end up in crown court
the judge tryna indicate me cause i rap like i’m against the bible
me and my mum we ain’t cool
but she didn’t raise a fool
only a waste-man gets pushover
by someone who makes
their own rules
nah forget that
headlines can’t be like
lebanon james
no setbacks
tell’em like stepdads
f-cking these dyk- b-tches
with a punch bag
now where was you
when i was homeless and wasn’t getting fed fam
you laughed at me & told them i was broke shattered and you left…

outro/chorus
now..
where was ya?
where was ya? where was ya?
where was ya when i was tryna get that doe?
where was ya when
i had nowhere to go
oh that’s right you laughed at me on the low
chilling with your fake family acting like you been on road
steppy standing you been hating from the go
looking up to n-gg-s when they’re a joke
so f-ck all i’m very cool on my own..

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