If U Looking For Me

[Intro:]
I mean y’all know where to find me
I ain’t make it big yet
Easy, easy
Let me talk to ‘em

[Verse 1:]
Young nigga getting played like it’s old news
Hottest nigga coming through the pro [?]
Might a saw me on your block in the old schools
Don’t be alarmed, I’m on the clock, I don’t know snooze
Big plans, new found stardom
Alot of shit starting to change around Harlem
No remorse for the weak, talk from the streets
Gotta crawl before you walk, walk before you leap
Never shit where you eat, that’s a mandatory
Homey didn’t listen to me, that’s a different story
In the field, if anybody looking for me
But all I see is a bunch of niggas looking corny
Wearing tights and mini skirts and man bags
It’s a disgrace to any pride a man has
It’s the [?] some shit you shouldn’t see
But let me count this money while I sip this tea

[Chorus:]
Sitting here counting money
Getting head from a dime piece
Hear you niggas talking funny
You know where to find me
I’m in the field if you looking for me (x4)

[Verse 2:]
[?] free forever yelling free P.O.P
No consignment is rough I need C.O.D
Hope rap work, tired of trynna be low key
I’m tired of looking at this money for these legal fees
I wanna spend this like I’m trynna take the suds out it
Hold it to feds face, niggas can’t do nothing ‘bout it
Meanwhile I’m doing shows in these small towns
But you don’t really know I’m trynna get a plug out it
Dirty money, niggas that will murder for me
Fuck the room it ain’t true if you ain’t heard it from me
Mouthing at the lip you talking to the wrong niggas
You might as well wear a sign saying come kill us
We don’t do the small talk, we don’t like that
Take this ass whooping, you gonna die if you be right back
Stop trynna bark at niggas who gonna bite back
Matter fact, ‘bout a stack in it with it dice that

[Chorus]