I Found Me [Slowed] (feat. Trey D)

Lyrics

Man fuck y'all
 Nigga fuck all y'all
 Fuck all these niggaz, and fuck all these hoes
 If I needed a ride, I called on niggaz
 If I wanted some ass, I called on hoes
 But not no mo' though(no mo' though), I get around in a tinted out fo' do'
 And ain't got no mix to motion, is a fa sho thang
 Don't fuck with Ro hoe,
 Fuck all these niggaz, and fuck all these hoes
 If I needed a ride, I called on niggaz
 If I wanted some ass, I called on hoes
 But not no mo' though, I get around in a tinted out fo' do'
 And ain't got no mix to motion, is a fa sho thang
 Don't fuck with Ro hoe, I done lost all of my love
 Razor blade to the wrist, damn near lost all of my blood
 This is to all my thugs, fuck ya'll niggaz
 Y'all just come around, cause I got them drugs
 When all my drugs gone, nigga all my thugs gone
 And I'm scared to eat, the last of the bread and the butter
 Because after that, all the god damn bud gone
 I'm a mo'fucking struggler, I wish I was a bubbler
 Razor blade to the wrist, damn near lost all of my blood
 This is to all my thugs, fuck ya'll niggaz
 Y'all just come around, cause I got them drugs
 When all my drugs gone, nigga all my thugs gone
 And I'm scared to eat, the last of the bread and the butter
 Because after that, all the god damn bud gone
 I'm a mo'fucking struggler, I wish I was a bubbler
 Mama said that, it would it be days like this
 But not a life like this, so I take a knife like this and slice like this
 Take life like this, fuck around and I take my own life like this
 Or click me a bitch nigga, in the windpipe like this
 That's right bitch, I'm a ignant son of a bitch
 And I do click quick, it might be halves and zones
 To break a nigga bones, but never be stones and sticks
 I ain't the shit bitch, I'm the motherfucking commode
 And fuck everybody that ain't Z-Ro, that's on my soul
 Finally, I found me
 Man fuck, finally I found me
 Man fuck you hoes, I found me
 Man fuck, finally I found me
 Man fuck you hoes, I found me
 I used to be a cool cat
 Now a victim of the blues cat
 I got tired of motherfuckers, taking a nigga for granted
 All I got is my mind, I can't lose that
 I'ma use that, even though a nigga mind gone
 It ain't lost, cause I know where it's at
 Just on another level than boys, around here
 For the paper stack, cause I'ma go where it's at
 I used to be a cool cat
 Now a victim of the blues cat
 I got tired of motherfuckers, taking a nigga for granted
 All I got is my mind, I can't lose that
 I'ma use that, even though a nigga mind gone
 It ain't lost, cause I know where it's at
 Just on another level than boys, around here
 For the paper stack, cause I'ma go where it's at
 I sound like a (big nigga), but I'm a (lil nigga)
 Damn though, some of y'all try to bo'guard
 Piss a nigga off and get that ass caught, late night
 On the backstreets, hollin' oh Lord
 It ain't no mercy, I still wanna see you bleed
 Because, I don't give a damn no more
 Niggaz see 3D-2, and but hollin' out fuck you hoes
 Finally, I found me
 It's still Guerilla Maab, and ain't a damn thang changed
 I just peeped the game, and these niggaz be shife
 Over the years, I seen a lot of niggaz turn fake
 Riding thick on the cool, and then I have to erase
 You see me and the Maab, done learned without a thang
 Man most of these niggaz, be around for the fame
 It ain't no more love, therefor if you ain't kin
 And if you get up in mine, you gon meet your end
 I'm one of a kind, I think you better check yourself
 And it don't mean a damn thang, if I shake your hand
 If I ain't too enthused, and I got on a mean mask
 You better stay on note, cause I'll beat your ass
 It's Guerilla Maab this, and Guerilla Maab that
 I think you better get back, and shut the fuck up
 For you straight step off, and get fucked up
 Nigga Trae and Dougie D and Z-Ro, take nuts
 I'm one of a kind, I think you better check yourself
 And it don't mean a damn thang, if I shake your hand
 If I ain't too enthused, and I got on a mean mask
 You better stay on note, cause I'll beat your ass
 It's Guerilla Maab this, and Guerilla Maab that
 I think you better get back, and shut the fuck up
 For you straight step off, and get fucked up
 Nigga Trae and Dougie D and Z-Ro, take nuts
 So don't come around now bitch
 When you showed everybody, all kinds of love
 And I ain't got none left, didn't nobody wanna care
 How we thug, that's why I'm fin to be alone till I meet my death
 Everybody we was cool with, fuck you too
 And everybody who was hating us, fuck you too
 It just took a little time, for me to find myself
 And that's why we getting rich off ourself
 Man fuck, finally I found me
 Man fuck you hoes, I found me
 Man fuck, finally I found me
 Man fuck you hoes, I found me
 Better watch your back, and identify yourself
 Nigga one mo' step, and I'ma cock back every weapon
 I pack, fuck around and fr-fry yourself
 A punk ass patty melt, no remorses gon be felt
 When I be dealing, with a less than G individual
 Nothing but a AK shot, is gon be felt
 Better watch your back, and identify yourself
 Nigga one mo' step, and I'ma cock back every weapon
 I pack, fuck around and fr-fry yourself
 A punk ass patty melt, no remorses gon be felt
 When I be dealing, with a less than G individual
 Nothing but a AK shot, is gon be felt
 I never did trust no bitch, and I don't trust no nigga
 Fuck all of my associates, but in a life of a life
 This motherfucker like me, you get what you suppose to get
 Pussy in the middle of the fo'head, I wanna see my foes dead
 And I smoke, one of these old busted up ass hoes
 Old trailer trash ass hoes, I live life one deep
 And I don't speak to the Nankeen no mo', nigga they know
 Coming around my neck of the woods, is a no-no
 Cause I got a 4-4, lay low please
 Everytime I open my mouth, mo'fuckers would never believe
 That's why a nigga trip a lil bit, with a razor blade
 And the reason, I wear long sleeves
 And I don't speak to the Nankeen no mo', nigga they know
 Coming around my neck of the woods, is a no-no
 Cause I got a 4-4, lay low please
 Everytime I open my mouth, mo'fuckers would never believe
 That's why a nigga trip a lil bit, with a razor blade
 And the reason, I wear long sleeves
 Y'all can't help me, I don't want your help
 I just want some, leave me alone
 I don't wanna go to the club, I'm cool in the streets
 Bitch, just leave me to roam
 Don't call my cell phone, give folk don't give a damn
 If I get one in my dome, fuck you dealing
 Y'all don't understand my zone, finally I found me
 Man fuck, finally I found me
 Man fuck you hoes, I found me
 Man fuck, finally I found me
 Man fuck you hoes, I found me
 Man fuck, finally I found me
 Man fuck you hoes, I found me
 Man fuck, finally I found me
 Man fuck you hoes, I found me
 

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Duration
06:33
Key
1
Tempo
134 BPM

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