I Found Me (Z-Ro feat. Trey D) (Explicit)

I Found Me (feat. Trey D) (Explicit) - Z-RO/Trey D

Man f**k all y'all

Pepol f**k y'all

F**k all these niggaz

And f**k all these hoes

If I needed a ride

I called on niggaz

If I wanted some a**

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 f**k 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

F**k ya'll niggaz

Y'all just come around

Cause I got them ***

When all my *** gone

Ni**a 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**king 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**k around and I take my

Own life like this

Or click me a b**ch ni**a

In the windpipe like this

That's right b**ch

I'm a ignant son of a b**ch

And I do click quick

It might be halves and zones

To break a ni**a bones

But never be stones and sticks

I ain't the sh*t b**ch

I'm the motherf**king commode

And f**k everybody that ain't Z-Ro

That's on my soul

Finally I found me

Man f**k finally I found me

Man f**k you hoes I found me

Man f**k finally I found me

Man f**k you hoes I found me

I use to be a cool cat

Now a victim of the blues cat

I got tired of motherf**kers

Taking a ni**a for granted

All I got is my mind

I can't lose that

I'ma use that

Even though a ni**a mind gone

It ain't lost

Cause I know where it's at

Just on anothe

R level than boys around here

For the paper stack

Cause I'ma go where it's at

I sound like a (big ni**a)

But I'm a (lil ni**a)

Damn though

Some of y'all try to bo'gaurd

Piss a ni**a off and get that a** 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 f**k 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 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 a**

It's Guerilla Maab this

And Guerilla Maab that

I think you better get back

And shut the f**k up

For you straight step off

And get f**ked up

Ni**a Trae and Dougie D and Z-Ro

Take nuts

So don't come around now b**ch

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**k you too

And everybody who was hating us

F**k you too

It just took a little time

For me to find myself

And that's why we getting rich off ourself

Man f**k finally I found me

Man f**k you hoes I found me

Man f**k finally I found me

Man f**k you hoes I found me

Better watch your back

And identify yourself

Ni**a one mo' step

And I'ma cock back every weapon

I pack f**k around and fr-fry yourself

A punk a** 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**ch

And I don't trust no ni**a

F**k all of my associates

But in a life of a life

This motherf**ker like me

You get what you suppose to get

P**sy in the middle of the fo'head

I wanna see my foes dead

And I smoke

One of these old busted up a** hoes

Old trailer trash a** hoes

I live life one deep

And I don't speak to the Nankeen no mo'

Ni**a 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**kers would never believe

That's why a ni**a 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**ch 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**k you dealing

Y'all don't understand my zone

Finally I found me

Man f**k finally I found me

Man f**k you hoes I found me

Man f**k finally I found me

Man f**k you hoes I found me

Man f**k finally I found me

Man f**k you hoes I found me

Man f**k finally I found me

Man f**k you hoes I found me

This Ridgemont 4 forever Z-Ro

The motherf**king 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

Ni**a you feel me it's 2K1

B**ch forever

Screwed Up Click

My niggaz ain't going nowhere

Still chopping with Double D ni**a tap tap