Find My Way Lyrics

I'm just tryna find my wayyy

How you living in the streets

When you supposed to be saved?

Can I have a lil more faith? Yea

Can I have a lil more grace? Yea

I'm just tryna find my wayyy

I live my life like a movie

Making my dream a reality

I kill beats like fatality

Or chiraq to casualty

Music is my home

Now listen to my hospitality

Oh I feel good

Mama even said she proud of me

Lil bro say fuck life

Tired of living in the streets

I done been in your shoes

But I kept moving my feet

Ain't nobody gone stop me

From being the best that I can be

I learned to hold on stay strong

Stay motivated and sucker free

What bothers me

Is boding niggas is a commodity

It's crazy how we raised a generation

With no morality

Purging in the hood

Everyday reality

Let's put them guns down

Put them hands up

And then we'll see who's really hard!

Silly boy, I think that gun give you More heart than you really have

Oh I bet you hate when I spit the truth

You really mad!

Lil boy grow up, be a man be a dad

I thank God for giving me a job thru a Pen n pad

Me fighting with the struggle

Preatly improve my hustle

Now I strive with all my muscle

To triple what I just doubled

Fuck rich I'd rather be wealthy like Russell

Life is like a puzzle, so I come off like a puzzle

Lord, please bless me. Please bless my family

I'm praying for better days

Cause better days is what I'm tryna see

Nowadays, it seems like crime scenes is the hottest thing

And everywhere you go everybody screaming

How you living in the streets when you're supposed to be saved

Can I have a little more faith?

Can I have a little more grace?

I was tryna to find my way

I remember back in the day

I was so stuck in my way

I was locked up in a cage

I was trying to find my way

I was trying to find my way

I grew up in the ghetto

With a part-time mother

Went to school with my brother

Didn't even know he was my brother

But still shout out to my father

He taught me how to grind harder

And big ups to my mother

She told me how to think further

See I was abused as a kid

My life was always at risk

Put that knife to my wrist

Like I'm done with all of this shit

Sick and tired of the drama

Sick and tired of my mama

Sick and tired of my father

That nigga was always a gonna

See I grew up in the jungle

Guns sounding off like thunder

People dying in numbers

Like it's a graveyard slumber

Lord, please bless me

Please bless my family

I'm praying for better days

Cause better days is what I'm tryna see