I Found Me Lyrics - Trae

Man fuck y'all.. 

[Z-Ro] 

Nigga fuck all y'all 

Fuck all these niggaz, and fuck all these hoes 

If I needed a ride, I called on niggaz 

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 mix to motion, is a fa sho thang 

Don't fuck with Ro hoe, 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 niggaz 

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 

[Hook x2] 

Man fuck, finally I found me 

Man fuck 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 motherfuckers, taking a nigga for granted 

All I got is my mind, I can't lose that 

I'ma 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'ma 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 

Niggaz see 3D-2, and but hollin' out fuck 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 niggaz be shife 

Over the years, I seen a lot of niggaz 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 niggaz, 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 

[Hook x2] 

[Z-Ro] 

Better watch your back, and identify yourself 

Nigga one mo' step, and I'ma 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 

[Hook x4] 

[talking] 

This Ridgemont 4 forever, Z-Ro 

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 niggaz ain't going nowhere 

Still chopping with Double D nigga, tap tap