Find Me (feat. B. Reith)

Yeah, huh

You know

And it goes like

And it goes like

Check, check

I'm just tryna find me

I'm just tryna find me

I'm just tryna find me

I'm just tryna find me, yeah

I'm just tryna find me

I'm just tryna find me

I'm just tryna find me

I'm just tryna find me, yeah

You look and act just like your daddy

Huh, that's what my mama told me

Hated every last single one of my homies

Did the very best she could to try to control me

From sendin' me to granny's to threaten to call the police

Now what's a mother to do when she's fed up?

She used to trip when her son didn't make his bed up

Daddy ain't around and the pressure won't let up

Same ghetto story, I'm numb to the head rush

In school, I never said much, too busy writin' dope lines

They thought I was gay 'cause I wouldn't give them girls time

And dudes wanna fight me over girls, I'm on they girls' mind

All this love that I'm gettin' all 'cause I wrote rhymes

If this is high school, I know college sucks

I'd rather hang with thugs and toss 40 bottles up

We moved out the hood, but the hood followed us

And me and baby bro kept fallin' in and out of touch

At night, mama cried, put her feelings aside

Prayed for the safety of her son

Hopin' there's a safety on the gun

'Cause her son is attracted to the wrong ones in the slums

Hopin' that he find what he lookin' for

Find that reciprocal love that he lookin' for

And pray that God give him mo', mo', yeah

And pray that God give him mo'

'Cause right now, he just wanna be found, uh

I'm just trying to find me

Run from my past, it keeps on chasing me down

But I leave it behind me, come out of hiding

Put it all on the line, see, I'm just tryna be found

When I was young, me and my mama had beef

'Cause all I did was kick flows and hang around young G's

Listening to beats, fronting studio times sometimes

But not enough to keep a child from doing crime

Told my cousin Rashad, gave me a little job

Sellin' crack to my neighbors, smokin' that good pine

But watch out for them haters 'cause when you're on top

They wanna see you collapse just like a bad stock

Here come the cops, all I ever wanted in life was a deal

Born with a hole in my heart, I'm constantly trying to fill

Resorted to packing steel 'cause the homie got low

Got smoked right before the economy got low

Got homes, mom's trippin', "Mom, what you yellin' for?"

Moms found out, kicked me out, no more sellin' dope

Called me out my name, daggone shame

How I mistreated mama, plus the drama remains

But at night, mama cried, put her feelings aside

Prayed for the safety of her son

Hopin' there's a safety on the gun

'Cause her son is attracted to the wrong ones in the slums

Hopin' that he find what he lookin' for

Find that reciprocal love that he lookin' for

And pray that God give him mo', mo', yeah

And pray that God give him mo'

'Cause right now, he just wanna be found, uh

I'm just trying to find me

Run from my past, it keeps on chasing me down

But I leave it behind me, come out of hiding

Put it all on the line, see, I'm just tryna be found

I'm just trying to find me

Run from my past, it keeps on chasing me down

But I leave it behind me, come out of hiding

Put it all on the line, see, I'm just tryna be found

I'm just trying to find me

Run from my past, it keeps on chasing me down

But I leave it behind me, come out of hiding

Put it all on the line, see, I'm just tryna be found