"Where Were U?: 64 Shots 2 The Dome"

Where the fuck were you when I was up in that asylum?
Where the fuck were you when I was feelin' suicidal?
Nigga where were you when all my stresses kept pilin'?
I know where you was, pro'lly somewhere out there smilin'
Where the fuck were you when niggaz claim they had beef?
Nigga where were you? I could have been dead up in these streets
Where yo' ass was at when fools was threatenin' my moms?
Where yo' ass was at? Scared to dirty up ya palms
Where the fuck were you when I was out here self-harmin'?
All you did was talk down on me, bein' smarmy
Fuck where you was at, I can do without the blarney
An' the snarky-ass remarks; you gets no pardon
Niggaz ain't shit, man, they see you out here starvin'
Instead of tryna help, they roadblockin' an' barrin'
Then wanna get mad when you - throw 'em in ya bars an'
Exclude 'em out ya' future; man, that's just karma
This niche I've been carvin', to reap what I've been farmin'
Is my main source of topic, but to some, it seems I'm harpin'
While them niggaz just LARPin', I'm gettin' my bars sharpened
Get my Moses on wit' this mic, an' start partin'
These seas - that nonbelievers wanna drown me in
Keep me in a funk, that's more putrid than downwind
But I Chumbawumba haters; when I'm down, I get back up again
An' keep it notated in my mind to never fuck wit' them
Don't need that dead weight, already got a load
An' it's on me like Atlas, but the pressure fuckin' my back up
It's a must I get these racks up, money by any means
Reason why I've had my sights set on this industry
See, I could get this deal, make all this shit real
But folks in my circle don't seem to get the appeal
Of why I wanna shine, be paid, have it made, laid in the shade
Sippin' on bourbon-spiked lemonade
Get my momma out this hellhole, move her into a manor
Cop her - that Jaguar she's wanted since I was in pampers
But, Negative Nancys put a damper on my goals
Tryna stick me wit' a mediocre 9-to-5 payroll
An' nah, that ain't how I'm built: I was born to shine
Been at this since I heard "My Name Is" in '99
Started wit' poetry, later hit my growth spurt
When I repeated the 9th an' Jed left my ego hurt
After that, I worked harder, 'cause I felt Hip-Hop
Was my only outlet as well as ticket out this shit-shop
That's my life, of monotony an' bad choices
Wrestlin' wit' demons an' - hearin' voices
Night after night, psychosis gettin' the best of me
I'm wicked, so you know there's no rest for me
An' e'rybody like to think they know what's best for me
Like a nigga can't think for himself; it's stress for me
So I just grind by my lonely, an' pay them no mind
Workin' like that +Little Red Hen+, awaitin' time
For my bread to leaven, then I'll break it wit' those
Who never turned they back on me or sided wit' my foes
Don't be like that +grasshopper+, starvin', stuck in the cold
Watchin' the +ant+ who's well-prepared, reap - all he has sowed
All Summer '16, in good taste; 'cause workin' today
Means you eat tomorrow -- go hard for that buffet
An' this shit ain't just bars, this Print givin' you jewels
But it's up to you how you use gems relayed to you
All I offer up is what I've learned from the OG's
Those who came before me in the game an' staked their claim
See, what counts is how you work yo' flame
An' get yo' shot; careful of those who will jerk yo' chain
Wit' nonsense, charlatans talkin' louder - than Charlamagne Tha God
Is you finish or is you done? Where ya' at? Let's get it, son