Khary Find Me (feat. Sylvan LaCue & Lege Kale)
[Intro]
L-L-L-Lege Kale
[Verse 1]
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... heheh... like I'm Ludacris
Niggas talking bout how they get wet, but they computer fish
What the f..ck 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, f..ck 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'mma have to let you know- (You will not find me)
[Pre-Chorus]
When I was young (Yeah), they told me don't look to the sun (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 (Yeah) in a three-point stance (Three-point stance)
So when they shoot that f..cking gun (You will not find me)
[Chorus]
When my album drops- (You will not find me) (Drops! Yeah)
When I leave that dock- (You will not find me) (Dock! Yeah, yeah)
Punching in the clock- (You will not find me) (Clock! Yeah)
When they're kicking rocks- (You will not find-) (Yeah, yeah)
[Verse 2]
In high school, I wouldn't listen to Lil Wayne
'Cause 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 f..ck 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, we got that C3P
Gotta fight for your right like the Beastie Bs, angel in the dust like PCP
Tryin' to sell out in the MSG, tryin' to stay away from the MSG
Diabetes in my family, got to 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)
