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you to be the best version of you
And be happy with whatever it comes with
I want you to feel like you're the best girl
Even if nobody knows it
I wanna

it
Y'all got baby fever but we're babies
Think of how you're living
Smoke screens thick as model women
Just to cloud my vision
Just to sell, you

think you doing out here with all that weak ass flexing
Wanna do it for the gram, don't know what to tell ya
No matter what you post she ain't never gone

mistreated and you'll risk your freedom 
Just to prove it, but you ain't do shit 
To push the culture forward homie you a nuisance 
That's my two cents, from

how I spit it
And say he still snapping
Thats when they be like he nice
But can it still happen
That's when I see my reflection
And say it will happen

Enjoy Ya Self

Chubb Rock

The One

1991

black jewish koreans need to
grab a neighborhood skirt, go to a concert
Scream for Chubb while I rip up the club
The rhythm of the vibe was alive and you

take the Nina Ross, ya know I gots to have it
I lay back in the cut, retain myself
Think about the shit and I'm thinkin' wealth
How can I makes my

out
Tap in 
Tap out 
I’ve been maxed out 
You can do the minimum 
But see me ima max out 

Yo, look good in person 
only one version 
know the weave is

You thought it was a fad, you really can't understand rap
How these young players come up and live fat
Big houses, cars, watch the homies bubble
Do

the back just know I got that perfect aim
But I appreciate all you've done, helped me in certain aspects of my life
But don't get it twisted I'll still

of war and love
I live by them shits
Y'all niggas not ready for this
You not knowin' how you about to get your head crushed
Spray it dunn
Straight out
Shit

Loving how this feel I don't care bout what it takes 
Do what I do and 
Keep that smile up on ya face 
Fuck all of ya exs I won't make the same

erratic
Always acting funny man I swear that I've had it
One day they talking crazy tryna play me
Then the next day they don't want no static
This day you

I'm collabing
Grabbing attention, it just happens
When I'm rapping

You want a girlfriend or the music?
You want the money or the music?
You wanna relax

love and scraps
Thank God for my country folk and family
Instead of a metaphor I’d rather
Take it by James Anderson
Damaging how they televised

bitches
They thinking i wanted the fame
But damn i just gotta
Say that you wrong
I don't want the spotlight
Want my money long
I sip on the pane cuz
It do

a bond
The county fair, all the kids are fucked up in Gravitrons
In the city, you do that and you get ratted on
But that's how we were raised up as youth

It's Mr. Womp Womp 

Grenades and pistols in the trunk trunk 

Watch whatcha  whatcha want  cause I can bring the funk funk 

Back with a hump

bleed
You know what I mean? Trying to be free
Tired of this life always on repeat
I want to let go of all this weight inside
And be a better version of me

know how the grind goes
Hard to balance living life and doing life goals
Tryna keep it all together on this tight rope
Vivid pictures of my dreams like

But what's it to do with the verse
I'm just sayin' though, I can curse
A lil more freely now go rehearse
As long as you don't perverse my words
So fuck

Tell me what to do to keep from losing you
And hold on to the hands
That I'm slipping through
And tell me what it means
When you go off to sleep all

me attention but want my attention you'll have to pay me again 

Cause i do this shit foreal' 
I do this shit foreal' 
I don't buy whatchu niggas

feel like they lost themselves
Can't get in tune with who they are
You know they tryna search for the past version of themselves
I promise you, it's