I'm just tryin' to find me I'm just tryin' to find me, yeah
I'm just tryin' to find me I'm just tryin' to find me, yeah
You lookin' just like yo
Daddy, that's what my momma told me
Hated every last single one of my homies
Did the very best she could to try to control me
From sending me to Granny's and threaten to call the police
Now what's a mother to do
When she's fed up
She used to trip when her son didn't make his bed up
Daddy ain't around and the pressure won't let up
Same ghetto story
I'm numb to the head rush
At school I never said much
Too busy writing dope lines
They though I was gay
Cus I wouldn't give them girls time
And dudes want to fight me over girls
I'm on they girls mind
All this love that I'm gettin' all cus I wrote rhymes
If this is high school,
I know college sucks
I'd rather hang with thugs
And toss 40 bottles up
We moved out the hood
But the hood followed us
And me and baby bruh kept fallin' in and out of touch
At night momma cried
Put her feelings aside
Prayed for the safety of her son
Hoping there's a safety on the gun
Cus her son is attracted to the wrong ones in the slums
Hoping that he find what he looking for
Find that reciprocal
Love that he lookin' fo'
And pray to God give him mo'
Yeah, and pray to god give him mo'
Cus right now, he just wanna be found
I'm just tryin' to find me
Run from my past
It keeps on chasing me down
But I leave it behind me
Come out of hiding
Put it all on the line
See, I'm just tryin' to be found
When I was young me and my momma had beef
Cus all I did was kick flows
And hang around young G's
Listenin' to beats
Runnin' studio times sometimes
But not enough to keep a child from doin' crime
So my cousin Rashad gave me a little job
Sellin' crack to my neighbors, smokin' that good pine
But watch out for them haters
Cus when you on top
They wanna see you collapse
Just like a bad stock
Here come the cops
All I ever wanted in life was a deal
But with a hole in my heart
I'm constantly tryin' to feel
Resorted to packin' steel
Cus the homie got low, got smoke
Right before the economy got low
Got home, mom's trippin'
Mom, what you yellin' fo'?
Mom's found out, kicked me out
No more sellin' dope
Called me out my name
Doggone shame
How I mistreated momma
Plus the drama remains
But at night momma cried
Put her feelings aside
Prayed for the safety of her son
Hoping there's a safety on the gun
Cus her son is attracted to the wrong ones in the slums
Hoping that he find what he looking for
Find that reciprocal
Love that he lookin' fo'
And pray to God give him mo'
Yeah, and pray to god give him mo'
Cus right now, he just wanna be found
I'm just tryin' to find me
Run from my past
It keeps on chasing me down
But I leave it behind me
Come out of hiding
Put it all on the line
See, I'm just tryin' to be found