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One, two, three, blastin' from the four
Blastin' the past-tense
Lift, blast
Like they say, I ain't the truth, I'm out here searchin' for it
Roll a set, I ran a few times, they out here searchin' for me
I had a dream I'd get a bag and now I'm searchin' for it
North is with A's and K's, you don't want us searchin' for you
Niggas ever steal from you and help you search for it
A jackpot, you find that nigga you lookin' for
Now I'm lookin' for a twenty-three, I got extension for it
Bitch say she got a bag, cool, I'm lookin' for it
Your ass up for grabs, don't make me cook you for it
Now I'm searchin' for an exit, they can book me for it
Freak hoes tend to find me when I ain't lookin' for 'em
I'm up top or in the nation, never lookin' for it
On the search for seven points, tell brodie I'm lookin' for him
Every time the rich ones blurt me, don't know what they searchin' for
I don't really look for how I rap 'cause they be cappin' more
Ever make me look for you, then you asked for it
Caught a nigga a year later and beat his ass for it
Caught a nigga a year later and beat his ass for it
Wonder where the paper at when I be searchin'
Wonder where you niggas at when I be searchin'
Blast that, been the truth, stop searchin'
Thought I seen snakes in the grass, it made me searchin'
I done put a lot of under, welcome to the service
All the stars in the sky, over here, you can search it
I ain't on probation, parole, so no searchin'
In Fresno, told my soda in the Barney, I been searchin'
Uh-huh, look
I went platinum in the streets before I went gold
All them niggas fell off, they done went cold
Clout chasin' on the 'net, that shit get old
Let the dope fiend test it before it get sold
Searchin' for some fame, tryna get a name
Them niggas should be ashamed, all that shit is lame
Listen to my OG's, they got the most game
When I lost Dre, I felt the most pain
Searchin' for the truth, I can't find it though
Searchin' for them bitches, they be hidin' though
Tryna knock her and her partner though
Line 'em up at the front and the back door
It's Philthy
Wonder where the paper at when I be searchin'
Wonder where you niggas at when I be searchin'
Blast that, been the truth, stop searchin'
Thought I seen snakes in the grass, it made me searchin'
I done put a lot of under, welcome to the service
All the stars in the sky, over here, you can search it
I ain't on probation, parole, so no searchin'
In Fresno, told my soda in the Barney, I been searchin'



Writer(s): Philip Beasley



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