I've been searchin' so long

You know it

Al Geno on the track

Check this out

Swear I done searched for your love

In ever single place but the projects

For anything I'm quick to tell you You got it

And I've been searchin' for a thug

The one that don't give a fxck 'bout nobody

From day to night he think 'bout steppin' and slidin'

Old rusty cutter make 'em get down ayy

Blood from the gutters so when that stick 'round ayy

She wanna fxck me 'cause I'm lit now ayy

I was just as lit because I'm rich now ayy

'Cause they know every chance I get

That's for a fact

All these n ggas know how we rockin'

All through the cold nights by the pole I'm grippin' my shotty

He made a diss 'bout my lil' brother

I thought that you blue flaggin' your coffin

Every time we slapped them n ggas hot but when we catch 'em they dodge us

Oh I've been searchin' for someone like my own

Hop on the plane and I'ma fly 'til I find me another place to call home

She see the murder in my eye

I'm plottin' on a way where I can bust that boy dome

Stand on the block my dawg died on

That's on the porch his momma cried on

All through the night you know we slide on 'em

Won't do no talkin' on the mob phone

This 'bout that block my n gga died on

They think they solid g but only one gon' shoot

And no it ain't no leavin' off y'all screen until someone on the news

I caught him rollin' dice right by the creek so we had ran down like vroom

3 in the morning sippin' lean plus I've been druggin' since noon

Run down the street chasin' my dreams I'm like What else I'ma do

Just got a MAC so gave the glizzy with the beam to my goon

Two Adderalls a Perc a bean I'm 'bout to go to the moon

Put a brand new scope on the AR when I run down I'ma zoom 'em

Nowadays these phones be tapped so we gon' talk at the best and

He 'bout his business while you go I give the guap to your best friend

Time for trophies we give the killas is the new Smith &Wesson

One thing for sure don't be my n ggas they don't got my best interest

They come through spinnin' with nine mills

We hit they block they find the exit

I'ma do this one hit for my dawg who up in heaven steady restin'

Cold case gettin' realer

We seein' bloody so affected

Old rusty cutter used to be owned by this n gga over a cold n gga

Old rusty cutter make 'em get down ayy

Blood from the gutters so when that stick 'round ayy

She wanna fxck me 'cause I'm lit now ayy

I was just as lit because I'm rich now ayy

'Cause they know every chance I get

That's for a fact

All these n ggas know how we rockin'

All through the cold nights by the pole I'm grippin' my shotty

He made a diss 'bout my lil' brother

I thought that you blue flaggin' your coffin

Every time we slapped them n ggas hot but when we catch 'em they dodge us

Oh I've been searchin' for someone like my own

Hop on the plane and I'ma fly 'til I find me another place to call home

She see the murder in my eye

I'm plottin' on a way where I can bust that boy dome

Stand on the block my dawg died on

That's on the porch his momma cried on

All through the night you know we slide on 'em

Won't do no talkin' on the mob phone

This 'bout that block my n gga died on