Trae Tha Truth - I Found Me lyrics

Man f** y'all.. [Z-Ro] n***a f** all y'all f** all these n***as, and f** all these hoes If I needed a ride, I called on n***as If I wanted some a**, I called on hoes But not no mo' though, I get around in a tinted out fo' do' And ain't got no mixed emotion, is a fa sho thang Don't f** with Ro ho, 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, f** ya'll n***as Y'all just come around, cause I got them d** When all my d** gone, n***a all my thugs gone And I'm scared to eat, the last of the bread and the bu*ter Because after that, all the god damn bud gone I'm a mo'f**ing 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, f** around and I take my own life like this Or click me a b**h n***a, in the windpipe like this That's right b**h, I'm a ignant son of a b**h And I do click quick, it might be halves and zones To break a n***a bones, but never be stones and sticks I ain't the sh** b**h, I'm the motherf**ing commode And f** everybody that ain't Z-Ro, that's on my soul Finally, I found me [Hook - 2x] Man f**, finally I found me Man f** you hoes, I found me [Z-Ro] I use to be a cool cat Now a victim of the blues cat I got tired of motherf**ers, taking a n***a for granted All I got is my mind, I can't lose that I'mma use that, even though a n***a 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'mma go where it's at I sound like a (big n***a), but I'm a (lil n***a) Damn though, some of y'all try to bo'gaurd Piss a n***a off and get that a** 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 n***as see 3D-2, and but hollin' out f** you hoes Finally, I found me [Trae] It's still Guerilla Maab, and ain't a damn thang changed I just peeped the game, and these n***as be shife Over the years, I seen a lot of n***as 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 n***as, 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 a** It's Guerilla Maab this, and Guerilla Maab that I think you better get back, and shut the f** up For you straight step off, and get f**ed up n***a Trae and Dougie D and Z-Ro, take nuts So don't come around now b**h 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 d**h Everybody we was cool with, f** you too And everybody who was hating us, f** you too It just took a little time, for me to find myself And that's why we getting rich off ourself [Hook - 2x] [Z-Ro] Better watch your back, and identify yourself n***a one mo' step, and I'mma co*k back every weapon I pack, f** around and fr-fry yourself A punk a** 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 b**h, and I don't trust no n***a f** all of my a**ociates, but in a life of a life This motherf**er like me, you get what you suppose to get p**y in the middle of the fo'head, I wanna see my foes dead And I smoke, one of these old busted up a** hoes Old trailer trash a** hoes, I live life one deep And I don't speak to the Nankeen no mo', n***a 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'f**ers would never believe That's why a n***a 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 b**h, 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, f** you dealing Y'all don't understand my zone, finally I found me [Hook - 4x] (*talking*) This Ridgemont 4 forever, Z-Ro The motherf**ing Crooked, know I'm saying I ain't having that riff-raff man, I don't buy wolf tickets You know I'm saying, so send the hoes to another n***a, you feel me, it's 2K1 b**h, forever Screwed Up Click, my n***as ain't going nowhere Still chopping with Double D n***a, tap tap