Ikay (US) - Finding Me (Shotta Rendition) lyrics

Intro Cry Nation, let's go You know how we do Yea Wha**up Shout out to all my Haitian n***as For real Shout out to all my Jamaican n***as You know wha**up, uh! Buss a shot for all my Bajan n***as You know And f** all y'all hating n***as You know Queens, New York... We in da building Uh! Verse 1 Queens in this motherf**er, back on some street sh** Back to them cold nights where we used to roll dice trying to be rich Dope money got us iced out, presidential Rollies, 30 grand on each wrist Just a bad n***a trying to do good, hustling for a reason f**ing models frequent f** making babies, got a curse in my semen Now welcome to the mind of a young motherf**er with demons Uh My heart's cold, sh** is hopeless I rhyme from my heart though, sh** I'm focused We're heading for da top, just watch... You can't stop us Crib full of money, car full of choppers My life is real, I ain't like them fake a** rappers f** wit' my team, bet my n***as come clap ya Dem Haitians coming, that white lady looking stunning, got me in a rapture New York, I got ya We on da pace to make it 5 years of my life wasted I'm tired of being patient Tell em Nicko gon shine Zalla gon rhyme, wit' Kay in back, banging da punchline Realest n***as in their prime Blowing weed in da Benz, seat on recline Lord forgive me for my crimes Search my heart and you will find Kay never told, Kay will never fold, that's the way I was designed Uh I got guns to buss, I got da streets to roam In da back of my jeans, I keep my chrome Told y'all I'm a braveheart like the great Nasir Jones And that's forever yo