Finding Me Lyrics

Intro

(Cough)
This is me homie, this is me,
Lifestyle,
Let’s take y’all on a journey,
Come on,
I left Jamaica in da summer of 08,
You know,
Migrated to New York City,
Released my first mixtape with Nu Jerzey Devil,
But now I’m gon take it back a lil further, gon tell y’all how I came up, you know,
Cry Nation all day,
Yo Zala, what’s up homie, I see you,
You know how we do.

Verse 1

Reminiscing on da days,
When I first wrote my first rhyme on da page,
Performed in high school but got booed off stage,
My girl was in da crowd, her mood all changed,
And I was ashamed,
I was taking notes,
When Zala first took me to da studio and I choked,
He said Kay keep ya head up there’s hope,
Cry Nation all day; since that day we took that oath,
And I vowed to get that money for us both,
Years later, I appear greater,
I’m making beats,
And my rhyme game serenades the streets,
And still motherf*ckas wanna test Kay,
If you wanna feel inspired then put my tape in and press play,
Word to PJ Butta, thanks for playing my jams,
That night when you played “Nothing But Passion” I was like damn,
I hope y’all love it,
Just trying to make a million off a dope boy budget,
Come on.

Interlude

Whassup son,
I could never forget that night yo,
When PJ Butta premiered my joint on da Urban World Chart Show,
Ha ha, da whole block was listening yo,
I was da shit back then son,
You know how we do it, Cry Nation all day baby,
Ikay, for real… Gotta respect that; come on!

Verse 2

Sitting in my room, lookin at some old pictures,
I got 3 brothers, no sisters,
But I got 2 cousins though,
Da sisters I never had and I love em yo,
Just wanna hug em yo,
I was just a lil boy back in o’2,
In da streets with my whole crew,
Fighting with em old dudes,
Just wanna be loved,
Just wanna be respected by them thugz,
That’s all it was,
Jerseys and nikies was da thing back then,
But my dad couldn’t afford it,
He bought me some Reeboks, I never wore it,
I wanted more,
Crying tears on da bathroom floor,
Life is hard; oh my god… we can’t be poor,
So I hit da streets trying to hustle on my own, 9 years later; da hustle’s all I’ve known,
Spent all my life being ungrateful,
For dem young niggaz just like me, I wanna save you,
Come on.

Interlude

For real,
It ain’t a game son,
You know; gotta be thankful for everything you have… For sure,
No matter how small it is cause somebody somewhere in the world got it worse than you,
Ikay!
Word is bond, you gotta take it from me… You know I been there,
For real, made mistakes,
You know, I’m just trying to prevent you from doing the same.

Verse 3

I never been a sucker for love,
Da ladies want a gentleman, they ain’t f*cking with thugz,
Therefore they ain’t f*cking with us,
Love was a mystery,
Didn’t mean shit to me,
Then I got older and wiser,
Met this one chick and I had to slide beside her,
I wanna be her provider,
Things was good for a minute,
Then we was finish,
Da love was diminished,
I coulda made it last,
If it wasn’t for that next chick with that fatter ass,
It’s a man thing, something you could never grasp,
Didn’t last long but we had a blast,
She’s still my other half,
I still think about her from time to time,
Though she ain’t mine,
Certain problems sorry can’t fix,
I apologized though she probably think I ain’t shit,
I left da one I shoulda stayed with,
And I’m sorry ma.

Interlude

For real,
I’m a man,
You know, it’s hard for me to make up my mind,
It’s all love though,
I still think about ya!
Ahuh! hope that you still think about me,
Ha ha… Damn!
For real, we had some good times though,
Ha ha, come on baby, you know how we do it,
For real.

Outro

Shout out to urbanislandz.com
Special thanks to Lito Figueroa, you know PJ Butta… The whole Urban World Chart Show staff,
I appreciate all the love, you know,
Ha ha, for real,
D-Teck! Whassup son,
Zala, Craig, Nicko,
Kingston Jamaica, Warminister, Da River,
Queens, New York… Ha ha, Flushing, we in da building,
You know how we do it,
Let’s ride out,
You know.

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