Find Me

Lyrics

[Intro] (L-L-L-Lege Kale) [Verse 1: Khary] I wrote this song for the moment that I'm on When I won't have to say the words 'cause my fans just sing along Kinda crazy, we work hard just to be lazy, I ate miles just to be Shady Now I'm full, got that magic like McGrady I won't have have to go on dates, women want to fornicate I'm anemic, so I gotta eat that pussy like it's steak Move, bitch, get out my way, hehe, like I'm Ludacris Niggas talking 'bout how they get wet, but they computer fish What the fuck you want? I got shit to do I had a dream and a scheme where I put my momma in a penthouse, need that view Got a whole team, yeah, they need that too, need them M's, nigga, Majin Buu Quit my job, yeah, yeah, fuck Sue, I suggest you take a hike if you can't see all the shit I'm amounting to I'm on top, rain check y'all like I'm out of stock When your shit drops, that is not the case, my shit drops like a Otterbox I'm Frodo to these bros, Waldo to these hoes So if you think you getting chose, I'ma have to let you know (You will not find me) [Pre-Chorus: Khary] When I was young, they told me "Don't look to the sun" (Yeah, don't look to the sun) "You'll go blind", or maybe they were scared I'd find out that I could run (I'd find out that I could run) Oxygen inside my lungs, in a three-point stance (Yeah, three-point stance) So when they shoot that fucking gun (You will not find me, let's go!) [Chorus: Khary] When my album drops- (You will not find me, yeah) When I leave that dock- (You will not find me, yeah) Punching in the clock- (You will not find me, yeah) When they're kicking rocks- (Yeah, you will not find-, yeah) [Verse 2: Khary] In high school, I wouldn't listen to Lil Wayne 'Cause money over bitches just seemed a little profane 'Til I realized all the girls that I liked were really bitches So ever since that moment I've been rapping kinda different Born on the 28th, I'm a Libra, play it safe And kill all the competition, make sure no one gets to race Like I said in my other song, boy, who the fuck are you? Don't keep pillows on my bed so I don't get too comfortable I don't owe you shit, ain't believe in me Everybody wants you when you're gold, we got that C3P Gotta fight for your right like the Beastie Bs, angel in the dust like PCP Tryna sell out in the MSG, tryna to stay away from the MSG Diabetes in my family, gotta live to see a Grammy Tried to shit on me but didn't wash your hands, so I ain't taking shit you hand me That's my modus operandi, I'm a savage, call me Randy Fill my cup, call me Stanley, due to proper planning (You will not find me)