THE SEARCH Lyrics

Saint Kwam once again

Yeah

Forever

They've been asking where I been

I told 'em I've been working on me

So the person that you see is different from the one that you knew

But still true, let's get it

Gone for a minute

Had to do some soul searching

Ballin' with no limits

Still got them hoes lurking

Palms they was itching

But I still ain't scratch the surface

Double up the digits

And I'm still fulfilling purpose (Saint)

Bad bitch in the cut, bandage

Stacking up cabbage like a fucking savage (She got a bag)

Stealing swag, that's that shit that I'm against

Cause I've always been me got nobody to convince

They know what it is I ain't dripping bitch I'm drenched

LV on the lens, Le Labo for the scent

For my dogs hitting licks but still trynna go legit

I ain't playing with this music boy I put my soul in this

They was blind to the vision now the see it crystal clear

This divine intervention can't nobody interfere

Put my mind on the mission had to block out all the fear

When I rhyme they gonna listen every word so sincere I was

Gone for a minute

Don't give up man, thats the best thing I could tell you

Because people, you know

Sometimes they don't see your vision until the world says its the the shit

Those that dropped out of my journey it'd be hard for me to count

Had to block out non-believers, had to overcome the doubt

You was watering seed so I got you when they sprout

You was focused on my needs, they was linking for the clout

Real recognize real see the truth in the mirror

In the streets promote peace in the booth, I'm a killer

Growing up as sniper if she cute, I'm a get her

In the middle of summer still cold need chinchilla

And my heritage put me in a long line of kings

And I'm well equipped with the gift straight from Elohim

With this melanin, seems like harder chasing dreams in America

Therapist please tell me what this means I was

Gone for a minute

Had to do some soul searching

Ballin' with no limits

Still got them hoes lurking

Palms they was itching

But I still ain't scratch the surface

Double up the digits

And I'm still fulfilling purpose (Saint)