*featuring Mashonda Tifrere
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I'm just trying to be me... to be me
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[Chorus: 2X's]
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One...Cause I really wanna see the world
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Two... Always knew I was a super girl
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Three... Staying laced in diamonds and pearls (to be me)
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That's the way you gotta treat a girl
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[Verse One]
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Uh oh
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When I was broke cats was like do that
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Now that I got something cats is like screw that
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They wish I could've blew that
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Back with them complaining
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Spassing, stressed out, not maintaining
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I move on speak shit so far from so long
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You the one that made me go forth and go on
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Blew up called me cherry bomb
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Changed my hair from blonde
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Mad cause I can go investigate the whole Gucci line
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Let me live niggas, did this with my own rhymes
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Publishing's a motherfucker baby and I own mines
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Worked hard... I deserve the best in life
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She stay clean... I deserve to be dressed up right
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She spits mean... God definitely blessed her right
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We can all buy diamonds and furs nothing to tell
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We can all buy the mall with nothing to sell
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Your career's dead wrong, change your style, wear a vail
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[Chorus: 2x's]
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[Verse Two]
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Mad cause we got shit
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Dropped what I dropped shit
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Mad cause we killing it
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All we do is drop hits
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Long cash, twenty-one, investigating in stock shit
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Call the ??? long so I could cock shit
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Now I'm supposed to down play all the things I want in my life
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Got my own money now, ain't gotta be nobody wife
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Only if I want to, not cause I need to
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Choose the situations I do and do not go through
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I told you I was gonna make it big, gonna grow
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This is dedicated to all of the haters that didn't know
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But they know who it was
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Haters created my buzz
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Talking about me made people wonder who she was
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And I'm here now
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Going on my second year now
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Fuck it, we could take it there, keep at a stare down
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Now I think that my message is clear now
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That bitch E-V-E singing what you hear now
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[Chorus: 2x's]
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[Verse Three]
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Traveling to me away was Atlantic City
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Now, float me in a boat in the Atlantic feel me
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Gotta come to the table with something cause I got mine
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Gotta spoil Eve royally, not just like pipe line
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Say I ain't your type (lying), matches make you jelly
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I said it before, I can fill my own belly
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Uh, need you for what
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Get in where you fit in, if you can
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I'mma keep it comfortable, that's my plan
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Understand
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I'm just trying to be me, bubble and Philly bitch
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Coarse I'mma boss and floss, I ain't no silly bitch
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Bet she come fully equipped from chips to whip
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Keys to her own crib, big shit to grip
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I'm living it down, so ya simmer it down
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Went from Ooh sheek to Oh I remember her now
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Niggas couldn't stand her, now they wanna give her a pound
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Wanna know her cause my feet is planted in the ground
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[Chorus: fades away]
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Be Me
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Eve |