I Found Me lyrics

Man f*ck y'all..

[Z-Ro]
n*gga f*ck all y'all
f*ck all these n*ggas, and f*ck all these hoes
If I needed a ride, I called on n*ggas
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 f*ck 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*ck ya'll n*ggas
Y'all just come around, cause I got them drugs
When all my drugs gone, n*gga 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'f*cking 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*ck around and I take my own life like this
Or click me a b*tch n*gga, in the windpipe like this
That's right b*tch, I'm a ignant son of a b*tch
And I do click quick, it might be halves and zones
To break a n*gga bones, but never be stones and sticks
I ain't the sh*t b*tch, I'm the motherf*cking commode
And f*ck everybody that ain't Z-Ro, that's on my soul
Finally, I found me
[Hook - 2x]
Man f*ck, finally I found me
Man f*ck 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*ckers, taking a n*gga for granted
All I got is my mind, I can't lose that
I'mma use that, even though a n*gga 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*gga), but I'm a (lil n*gga)
Damn though, some of y'all try to bo'gaurd
p*ss a n*gga 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
n*ggas see 3D-2, and but hollin' out f*ck 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*ggas be shife
Over the years, I seen a lot of n*ggas 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*ggas, 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 f*ck up
For you straight step off, and get f*cked up
n*gga Trae and Dougie D and Z-Ro, take nuts
So don't come around now b*tch
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, f*ck you too
And everybody who was hating us, f*ck 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*gga one mo' step, and I'mma c*ck back every weapon
I pack, f*ck 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 b*tch, and I don't trust no n*gga
f*ck all of my associates, but in a life of a life
This motherf*cker like me, you get what you suppose to get
pus*y 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', n*gga 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*ckers would never believe
That's why a n*gga 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*tch, 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*ck you dealing
Y'all don't understand my zone, finally I found me
[Hook - 4x]

(*talking*)
This Ridgemont 4 forever, Z-Ro
The motherf*cking 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*gga, you feel me, it's 2K1 b*tch, forever
Screwed Up Click, my n*ggas ain't going nowhere
Still chopping with Double D n*gga, tap tap