Finding Me (Shotta Rendition)

Intro

Cry Nation, let’s go
You know how we do
Yea
Whassup
Shout out to all my Haitian niggas
For real
Shout out to all my Jamaican niggas
You know whassup, uh!
Buss a shot for all my Bajan niggas
You know
And fuck all y’all hating niggas
You know
Queens, New York... We in da building
Uh!

Verse 1

Queens in this motherfucker, back on some street shit
Back to them cold nights where we used to roll dice trying to be rich
Dope money got us iced out, presidential Rollies, 30 grand on each wrist
Just a bad nigga trying to do good, hustling for a reason
Fucking models frequent
Fuck making babies, got a curse in my semen
Now welcome to the mind of a young motherfucker with demons
Uh
My heart’s cold, shit is hopeless
I rhyme from my heart though, shit I’m focused
We’re heading for da top, just watch... You can’t stop us
Crib full of money, car full of choppers
My life is real, I ain’t like them fake ass rappers
Fuck wit’ my team, bet my niggas come clap ya
Dem Haitians coming, that white lady looking stunning, got me in a rapture
New York, I got ya
We on da pace to make it
5 years of my life wasted
I’m tired of being patient
Tell em Nicko gon shine
Zalla gon rhyme, wit’ Kay in back, banging da punchline
Realest niggas in their prime
Blowing weed in da Benz, seat on recline
Lord forgive me for my crimes
Search my heart and you will find
Kay never told, Kay will never fold, that’s the way I was designed
Uh
I got guns to buss, I got da streets to roam
In da back of my jeans, I keep my chrome
Told y’all I’m a braveheart like the great Nasir Jones
And that’s forever yo