Trae Tha Truth, Z-Ro - I Found Me lyrics

Man fuck y'all

Nigga fuck all y'all fuck all these niggas
And fuck all these hoes
If I needed a ride, I called on niggas
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 mixed emotion
Is a fa sho thang don't fuck 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, fuck ya'll niggas
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

I use 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'mma 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'mma 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'gaurd
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
Niggas 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 niggas be shife over the years
I seen a lot of niggas 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 niggas
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
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

Better watch your back, and identify yourself
Nigga one mo' step
And I'mma 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
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

The motherfucking 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
Nigga, you feel me, it's 2K1 bitch, forever
Screwed Up Click
My niggas ain't going nowhere
Still chopping with Double D nigga, tap tap