Find Me (prod. by Lege Kale) - Khary

I wrote this song

For the moment that I'm on

When I won't have to say the words

Cuz 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 wanna fornicate

I'm anemic so I gotta eat that pussy like its steak

Move bitch get out my way...

Like I'm Ludacris

Niggas talking bout how they wet but they computer fish

What the fuck you want?

I got things to do

I had dream

And a scheme

Where I put my momma in a penthouse

Need that view

Gotta 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 of you cant 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 an Otterbox

I'm Frodo to these bros

Waldo to these hoes

So if you think you getting chose?

Imma have to let you know

(You will not find me)

When I was young

They told me don't look into the sun

You'll go blind

Or maybe they were scared I'd find

Out that I could run

Oxygen inside my lungs

In a 3 point stance

So when they shoot that fucking gun

You will not find me

(When my album drops)

You will not find me

(When I leave the dock)

You will not find me

(Punching in a clock)

You will not find me

(When the kicking rocks)

You will not find me

In Highschool

Wouldn't listen to Lil Wayne, cuz

money over bitches just seemed a little profane

Till 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 your gold when your C3P

Gotta fight for your right like the Beastie Bs

Angel in the dust like PCP

Tryna sell out in the MSG

Tryna 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)