[Intro: Sylvan LaCue]
Oh what do we have here
I am exactly where I said I would be last year
My girl got an a** softer than cashmere
Thought I'd put that out there
Alright I'll stop f**ing around
[Verse 1: Sylvan LaCue]
One hundred thousand dollars gets you nowhere n***a
Dreaded n***as used to fill the block where I was from, Mrs. Shell used to tell me never go there n***a
Miami, with the palm trees, breeze, and girlies keep the genis like they sisters with no tears n***a
f** it, I won't even go there with ya
All jokes aside I'll go Colbert witcha
If it wasn't for my sense of understanding and my humble personality, I'd probably get to mobbing on the set
My man caught 20 and a charge, he was riding with a tech, having problems tryna find and give him checks
Mama, like granny, living on it too, proud of me for heading to the west
You know we riding to the d**h
Stress (woah) don't even get me started
I ain't even close to going retarded, still starving
Used to be with some n***as that I thought for the callin blindsided could've called it
Funny how these n***as jump ship and swim back, Khary couldn't have said it better I just never would've called it
Troubles of an artist
f** it, crying over spilled milk never put a banquet on the table
Proving I could do it when they said I was unable
Only got my charged up, I ain't even need a cable
Good Lord, don't f** around and get hurt n***a (don't do it n***a)
KD, Based God, curse n***as
Rise rise rise rise rise, till I die brody
Just sign on me
Don't lie on me (don't do it)
[?] homie, then reply homie
That's code and ethics, please respect it
That [?] tryna flow perfected
But stayed the same, still cold and reckless
n***as with no bread [?] metrics
Men lie, women lie, numbers lie too
The only lies I've been told blindly
So I'm on my way to truth n***a
You will not find me
[Chorus: Khary]
When I was young
They told me don't look into the sun
You'll go blind
Or maybe they were scared I'd find
Out I could run
Oxygen inside my lungs
In a 3-point stance
So when they shoot that f**ing gun
You will not find me
(When my album drops)
You will not find me
(When I leave the dock)
You will not find me
(Punching in a clock)
You will not find me
(When the kicking rocks)
You will not find me
[Verse 2: Khary]
In High school
Wouldn't listen to Lil Wayne, cause
Money over b**hes just seemed a little profane
Till I realized all the girls that I liked were really b**hes, so
Ever since that moment I've been rapping kinda different
Born on the 28th
I'm a Libra play it safe
And k** all the competition
Make sure no one gets to race
Like I said in my other song (Boy)
Who the f** are you?
Don't keep pillows on my bed
So I don't get too comfortable
I don't owe you sh**
Ain't believe in me
Everybody wants you when you're gold, you got that C3P
Gotta fight for your right like the Beastie Bs
Angel in the dust like PCP
Tryna sell out in the MSG
Tryna stay away from the MSG
Diabetes in my family
Gotta live to see a Grammy
Tried to sh** on me but didn't wash your hands
So I ain't taking sh** 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)
[Spoken: Khary]
I mean, I told you you wouldn't find me
I just went off the grid
I was just done
Yeah
[Verse 3: Khary]
Wasn't looking for the captain back then well you will not find a n***a
X marks the spot yeah I'm grinding n***a
I ain't met Diddy yet, I am not no bad boy, never been locked up but I'm still shinning n***a
Me and Lege Kale like megazords combining n***as
This is not a scam or credit card declining n***as
Whiskey on the rocks, so you gone have to lime a n***a
I don't really f** around with aimy a** whiny n***as
I'm gonna make it, I'm gonna make it
Used to rap on that computer mic in that basement, back in the basement
You swear you knew me before but I cannot place it, I cannot place it
Wait, wait that was you hating
I used to hate them
Man I am amazing
Moving so fast i got nausea
I mean a n***a just got back from Austria
On my own did a show for the thousands
Crazy, dropped out of school in Boston
Bruh, you ego tripping but you call it bossin up
Would be famous but I do not floss enough
What is that costing ya
I ain't get cuffed for the winter
Made a mixtape for the summer let it simmer (ah)
[Outro: Khary]
You will not find me
You will not find me
You will not find me, yeah