I put all my people on
Since high school I lost all my fucking friends, nigga
Half of my boys is on papers
Where I go
Run all of it backwards, you punt
Where it go?
I can guarantee it, I just let it be it
I write my songs with no cannibis
I guess it’s funny cuz I’m pretty much the man now nigga every
"Remember that shit? Aye, what up Walt?"
[Hook: Saba]
Listening to it and yelling out pivot
(Oh)
Because that was not what they made for
I chose to go for it was in the corridor
Where I go

I’m in the bay bitch I’m tapping in
Take back the mixing you paid for
There you go!
You sceney boy, y’all done seen me
You just blew ya chance like you were Bueller
Where they go?
Where it go?
Youngin’ with bars like a audy home
Where it go?
Fuck, whoever be opposed

Was on the bus but now I’m on the tour
Where I go
I’m ’bout my coin like the laundry tho’
I can never fold
Yeah this nigga musta lost his fucking head, nigga
We come from customers daily
There you go (4x)
Where it go?
Where I go
(Oh, oh)
I get my paper then adios
My boy from noble he famous

I’m the best out I can assure
You can add ’em up
They want you to drink it like a brewer
I’m butter like Leopold

Not to be cocky but it’s a reason they copy me
They point to the lame in the year book and be like
The other half on them stages
Yeah there you go (4x)
Out of the seemingly simple
[Hook: Saba]
How many times must I do something completely
I’m a independent young black men
Where I go
Yeah this nigga musta lost his fucking head, nigga
Where they go?
I stand my ground like on a fort
Not here to kick it no Jack Chan
Where it go?
Where it go?
Where they go?
There you go
Winning because I am a sore-
Saba but well known like sabido
(Oh)
Where they go?
Yeah there you go (4x)
Sober but got off a addy doe
All my team is winning, Imma need a minute
There you go
Loser I maneuver like commuters
I take my words and I wage war
Where they go?
(Oh)
Where it go?
And ya interest, perfect attendance
Aye aye yeah Pivot Pivot gang

There you go

Copy machine epson, they salty they seasoning
There you go
Random shoutout to my black fans
[Verse 1: Saba]
Look, I tell em to keep it low
I tell the truth on like every song
I Petey Pablo my block tho
Yeah I’m sick as the stage IV
I’m talking clickers and killers
I just say less while they say more
[Verse 2: Saba]
[Outro: Saba]
There you go
I’m not here for the 15 minutes
Where they go?
There you go
Two under my belt like I’m fat as fuck
Since high school I lost all my fucking friends, nigga
I drop a classic that’s Abbey Road
I Barnes and noble these pages
Funny thought y’all was competing
They point to the lame in the year book and be like
(Oh, oh)
You should return all your beats to who made em
Im in a deeper zone than on my last one
I coulda made what you made if I signed
We really not into that acting tough
There you go!
Where I go
I guess it’s funny cuz I’m pretty much the man now nigga every
Now I’m on choruses (uh)
The water prolly bluer in the sewer
I raise it up like it raised me
You begging for help like you had enough
I’m at yo head that’s a CAT scan
Im really myself in this
Where they go?
Where they go?
Im like a out west philanthropist
I’m partially studious, partially ignorant
(Oh)
Where it go?