Searching For Love
D.O.N.S. & Maurizio Inzaghi feat. Philippe Heithier Lyrics

I've never had love for the feds
I don't trust the government

But I've always had love for my slum
But I always stick by my community

I'm addicted to these streets like a mum is to her kids
I love the streets like a mother loves her children

So my people in the slum put your hands up
I'm representing for my community, raise your hands

See it never used to come that easy
Things were harder before

And I was just lying my way
And I was doing whatever it takes to survive

I don't no how I did it but
I don't know how I made it through

I will carry on 'til I die, I ain't gonna lie now
I'll keep going until I die, and I won't give up

Mama tried the best to bring me up right
My mother tried to raise me right

Guess it never worked, she was cries
But it didn't work, and she was upset

I was well involved in crime
I was heavily involved in criminal activity

From the age of nine music got me kind of famous
I became famous through music at age nine

Now they want a piece of pie
Now everyone wants a share of my success

Blud I'm blowin' up the scene but I don't no where my bed is
I'm becoming more successful, but I don't always have a place to sleep

I smoke so much weed 'cause I don't no where my head is
I smoke weed because I'm stressed and disoriented

I might have fame, but I'm still low on credit
I may be famous, but I still don't have good credit

Management loved the money, someone tell me where my bread is
My management cares more about money than me, where's my share?

I come across a lot of rich kids that die to be thugs
I meet many wealthy kids who want to be gangsters

But I don't understand them they very, very loved
But I don't get it, they have everything and they still want more

They don't wake up in the morning to see man pipin' dubs
They don't wake up to the sound of gunfire

You have to worry about them goons with the 38 snubs
They don't have to worry about armed robbers

You got too much to lose, you're in a great position
You have a lot to lose, you're in a good situation

How can you be hood
How can you claim to be from the streets

If my whole freakin' flat is smaller than your kitchen
If my apartment is smaller than your kitchen

You wouldn't last a minute where I'm from, you'd go missing
You wouldn't survive where I come from

So appreciate what you've got 'cause with that I'm still wishing
Be grateful for what you have because I still wish I had it

So my people in the slum put your hands up, brap
My people in the slums, show your support

But I will carry on 'til I die
But I'll keep going no matter what

I ain't gonna lie, I make broke look good
I'm good at looking good even when I'm broke

More time I supply just tryna get by
Most of the time I'm just struggling to get by

You should never ask me why I smoke till my lips split
Don't question why I smoke so much

They always send me to try to stop movin' like a criminal is what I try
They try to stop me from behaving like a criminal

But you live by the roads, by the roadside you die
But if you live by the streets, you may not live long.

In every situation make man humble like pie
Stay humble in every situation

Holdin' man under arrest, takin' time outta my life
Being arrested takes time away from my life

Once time's taken, time can't take back
Time lost can never be regained

We're from a place where it's [Incomprehensible]
We come from a place where things are tough

Some real most idiots, mommy's tryin' hard we can see that
Some people are foolish, but their mothers are doing their best

Once the road takes you east they won't be back
Once you're on the wrong path, it's hard to come back

I get love on the road, I got feedback
I get support from my fans

I neva had it but I'm takin' the scene back
I didn't have it before, but now I'm taking over the music world

Then each others branging rubber of weed
Then we'll sell each other marijuana

Neva had it for, for a long, trust they need that
I've never had much money, and I know others in the same situation

Push your hand up in the air, recognize that
Raise your hand to show your support

Na, na, nye, how's your day?
Hey, how's your day?

What you want? Sayin' more
What do you want to say?

I'm in the studez making moves
I'm in the studio making music

I'm on the road moving food
I'm making money by selling drugs

Either way we're makin' paper
Either way, we're making money

Makin' paper, DAP's, I'm Mista Baker
I'm making money, and I go by the name Mista Baker

You won't get us on your stage unless it's five 5 bills or over
We won't perform for less than $5000

Knockin' doors till I you see us like a witness from Jehovah
We'll keep trying until we get our chance

So where's the bitch Lola, I should've brought her over
Where's the woman named Lola we were supposed to meet?

So she can suck the whole, [Incomprehensible]
So she can perform oral sex on us

All my mad men are dark, they're on east like the sharks
My tough friends are like sharks from the East

They in so much different shit, the pain would never leave my heart
They've experienced so much hurt, it's saddening

I'll make you piss your pants like gettin' stuck with food in your car
I can scare you like getting pulled over with illegal drugs

So I suggest you listen close, trust me you could be a star
So listen to me, you could be successful if you try

So what do you think? Do you still wanna live like me and him?
What do you think? Do you want to live like us?

You make me sick, you talk gun talk, you ain't even seen a stick
Your talk about guns disgusts me, you've never even seen a firearm

Don't be upset, why do you have to cry?
Don't be sad, why are you crying?

Na, na, nye 'til the day that we die
No, no, never, until the day we die

I will carry on 'til I die
I'll never give up until I die

I'm afraid it's all you getting is good night, God bless
I have to go now, good night and God bless

And when you wake up in the mornin' try not to be stressed
Don't wake up feeling stressed

I wish I had what you had, I ain't got, no my life's a mess
I wish I had what you have, my life is a mess

So be thankful for your situation, stop actin' like a pest
Be grateful for what you have, and stop being annoying