Khary - Find Me lyrics
Khary [Khary Durgans]
[Khary - Find Me lyrics]
Lege Kale, Lege Kale, Lege Kale
I wrote this song
For the moment that I'm on
When I won't have to say the words
Cause my fans just sing along
Kinda crazy we work hard just to be lazy
I ate miles just to be Shady
Now I'm full got that magic like McGrady
I won't have have to go on dates
Women wanna fornicate
I'm anemic so I gotta eat
That pussy like it's steak
Move bitch get out my way
Like I'm Ludacris
Niggas talking bout how they get
Wet but they computer fish
What the fuck you want?
I got shit to do
I had a dream
And a scheme
Where I put my momma in a penthouse
Need that view
Gotta whole team yeah they need that too
Need them M's nigga Majin Buu
Quit my job, yeah yeah fuck Sue
I suggest you take a hike if you can't
See all the shit I'm amounting to
I'm on top
Rain check y'all like I'm out of stock
When your shit drops that is not the case
My shit drops like an Otterbox
I'm Frodo to these bros
Waldo to these hoes
So if you think you getting chose?
I'mma have to let you know
(You will not find me)
When I was young
They told me don't look to the sun
You'll go blind
Or maybe they were scared I'd find
Out that I could run
Oxygen inside my lungs
In a three point stance
So when they shoot that fucking gun
You will not find me
(When my album drops)
You will not find me
(When I leave the dock)
You will not find me
(Punching in a clock)
You will not find me
(When they kicking rocks)
You will not find me
In high school, I wouldn't
Listen to Lil Wayne
'cause
Money over bitches just seemed
A little profane
Till I realized, all the girls that
I liked were really bitches
So
Ever since that moment I've
Been rapping kinda different
Born on the 28th
I'm a Libra, play it safe
And kill all the competition
Make sure no one gets to race
Like I said in my other song (Boy)
Who the fuck are you?
Don't keep pillows on my bed
So I don't get too comfortable
I don't owe you shit
Ain't believe in me
Everybody wants you when your gold
We got that C3P
Gotta fight for your right
Like the Beastie Bs
Angel in the dust like PCP
Tryna sell out in the MSG
Tryna stay away from the MSG
Diabetes in my family
Gotta live to see a Grammy
Tried to shit on me but
Didn't wash your hands
So I ain't taking shit you hand me
That's my modus operandi
I'm a savage, call me Randy
Fill my cup, call me Stanley
Due to proper planning
(You will not find me)
I wrote this song
For the moment that I'm on
When I won't have to say the words
Cause my fans just sing along
Kinda crazy we work hard just to be lazy
I ate miles just to be Shady
Now I'm full got that magic like McGrady
I won't have have to go on dates
Women wanna fornicate
I'm anemic so I gotta eat
That pussy like it's steak
Move bitch get out my way
Like I'm Ludacris
Niggas talking bout how they get
Wet but they computer fish
What the fuck you want?
I got shit to do
I had a dream
And a scheme
Where I put my momma in a penthouse
Need that view
Gotta whole team yeah they need that too
Need them M's nigga Majin Buu
Quit my job, yeah yeah fuck Sue
I suggest you take a hike if you can't
See all the shit I'm amounting to
I'm on top
Rain check y'all like I'm out of stock
When your shit drops that is not the case
My shit drops like an Otterbox
I'm Frodo to these bros
Waldo to these hoes
So if you think you getting chose?
I'mma have to let you know
(You will not find me)
When I was young
They told me don't look to the sun
You'll go blind
Or maybe they were scared I'd find
Out that I could run
Oxygen inside my lungs
In a three point stance
So when they shoot that fucking gun
You will not find me
(When my album drops)
You will not find me
(When I leave the dock)
You will not find me
(Punching in a clock)
You will not find me
(When they kicking rocks)
You will not find me
In high school, I wouldn't
Listen to Lil Wayne
'cause
Money over bitches just seemed
A little profane
Till I realized, all the girls that
I liked were really bitches
So
Ever since that moment I've
Been rapping kinda different
Born on the 28th
I'm a Libra, play it safe
And kill all the competition
Make sure no one gets to race
Like I said in my other song (Boy)
Who the fuck are you?
Don't keep pillows on my bed
So I don't get too comfortable
I don't owe you shit
Ain't believe in me
Everybody wants you when your gold
We got that C3P
Gotta fight for your right
Like the Beastie Bs
Angel in the dust like PCP
Tryna sell out in the MSG
Tryna stay away from the MSG
Diabetes in my family
Gotta live to see a Grammy
Tried to shit on me but
Didn't wash your hands
So I ain't taking shit you hand me
That's my modus operandi
I'm a savage, call me Randy
Fill my cup, call me Stanley
Due to proper planning
(You will not find me)