Finding Me (Shotta Rendition)

Intro

Cry Nation, let's go,
You know how we do,
Yea,
Whassup,
Shout out to all my Haitian niggaz,
For real,
Shout out to all my Jamaican niggaz,
You know whassup, uh!
Buss a shot for all my Bajan niggaz,
You know,
And fuck all y'all hating niggaz,
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 niggaz 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 niggaz 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.