Erick Rush - Where You Been lyrics

Hook (Vinci) I just pull up to the scene yo Blowin' money like I'm at the casino All you boys been broke Pull through with my fvcking crew And my squad lookin' fresh bruh Don't you dare try and flex bruh Verse 1 (Vinci) I dropped a cla**ic my homie told me yo run widit I wasn't satisfied, Djs don't fvck widit Maybe it's levels that I ain't suppose to step on But like a shot of alcohol browskie i've been around Skippin' clowns, Workin' loud, Cutting favors I ain't around, Smokin' loud need my ganja paper Where I been? Making music and steady chasin Couple reminiscents of dreamchasin' when sh** was basic Watch me talk like I made it hopefully I feel the rush It might come from the d** cause I fell in love with the purple stuff Mix it with some henny and hella vibes with the clique You won't understand how I did it and made it outta pit cause I'm sick My 99 problems make sense, No wonder why the game on dick I'ma take it right now, I have it in the clench of my fist Never underestimate the boi see now I got the fix Told my potna we gonna win he said radio hits And I told em they don't get it I'm bout intricate hits He looked at me rolled his eyes and told me that wasn't it Where have you been with the music make a visible switch, so I just Hook (Vinci) Verse 2 (Erick Rush) There'sechoes in my mind It's Heckle and Jackie in my mind I'm giving em pressure everytime In the smoking section everytime I'm genuine, I'm Sipping beers Switching gears, hoe there's no slipping here Chop him up and send the bits to hell Least your sh**ty flows are written well Im on a different scale, got no written will, Imma give my money to my kids and bail Going hard, balls outs, chip and dale Im the total package that you couldn't mail Alpha male, don't act you can't tell That my hit me up style could bring back blue Cantrell They tried to baller block me to no avail They tried to act fresh on me but quickly staled Damn Hook (Vinci) Verse 3 (Vinci) I'm getting respect from O.Gs That know me, they reckon I got sk** and that the game has much to owe me These cold feet, have got me sipping whiskey mixed with O.E No wonder why my tree of life is filthy stuck with no leaves They sleepin' on me Pockets empty no diba's on me I ain't complaining cause coming up has the best moments I been planning my mission and everything just got deep The fear of me never makin' it holds me down on my feet It's crunch time lunch time was only made for the weak No wonder why every verse, got agitation and no sleep So never get cosy I want the throne for my own b It's bout to get rowdy cause 2016 I'm on g My flows off the heater got millimeters and no peace Still ain't need no beef just to guarantee that I own streets Ego on a milli' so trust in me to definitely Put work up in the kitchen make myself really something to see As expected, Had to go introspective Little bit of reflection has helped my mind get perspective In the midst of it all I had to be more selective If it's work put the cash up or I ain't a wasting a second Hook (Vinci)