Theory Hazit - Find M3 lyrics

I'm just tryin' to find me (x3) I'm just tryin' to find me, yeah I'm just tryin' to find me (x3) I'm just tryin' to find me, yeah You lookin' just like yo Daddy, that's what my momma told me Hated every last single one of my homies Did the very best she could to try to control me From sending me to Granny's and threaten to call the police Now what's a mother to do When she's fed up She used to trip when her son didn't make his bed up Daddy ain't around and the pressure won't let up Same ghetto story I'm numb to the head rush At school I never said much Too busy writing dope lines They though I was gay Cus I wouldn't give them girls time And dudes want to fight me over girls I'm on they girls, mine All this love that I'm gettin' all cus I wrote rhymes If this is high school, I know college s**s I'd rather hang with thugs And toss 40 bottles up We moved out the hood But the hood followed us And me and baby bruh kept fallin' in and out of touch At night momma cried Put her feelings aside Prayed for the safety of her son Hoping there's a safety on the gun Cus her son is attracted to the wrong ones in the slums Hoping that he find what he looking for Find that reciprocal Love that he lookin' fo' And pray to God give him mo' Yeah, and pray to god give him mo' Cus right now, he just wanna be found I'm just tryin' to find me Run from my past It keeps on chasing me down But I leave it behind me Come out of hiding Put it all on the line See, I'm just tryin' to be found When I was young me and my momma had beef Cus all I did was kick flows And hang around young G's Listenin' to beats Runnin' studio times sometimes But not enough to keep a child from doin' crime So my cousin Rashad gave me a little job Sellin' crack to my neighbors, smokin' that good pine But watch out for them haters Cus when you on top They wanna see you collapse Just like a bad stock Here come the cops All I ever wanted in life was a deal But with a hole in my heart I'm constantly tryin' to feel Resorted to packin' steel Cus the homie got low, got smoke Right before the economy got low Got home, mom's trippin' Mom, what you yellin' fo'? Mom's found out, kicked me out No more sellin' dope Called me out my name Doggone shame How I mistreated momma Plus the drama remains But at night momma cried Put her feelings aside Prayed for the safety of her son Hoping there's a safety on the gun Cus her son is attracted to the wrong ones in the slums Hoping that he find what he looking for Find that reciprocal Love that he lookin' fo' And pray to God give him mo' Yeah, and pray to god give him mo' Cus right now, he just wanna be found I'm just tryin' to find me Run from my past It keeps on chasing me down But I leave it behind me come out of hiding Put it all on the line See, I'm just trying to be found I'm just tryin' to find me Run from my past It keeps on chasing me down But I leave it behind me Come out of hiding Put it all on the line see, I'm just tryin' to be found I'm just tryin' to find me Run from my past It keeps on chasing me down But I leave it behind me Come out of hiding Put it all on the line See, I'm just tryin' to be found