[Intro]

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[Verse]

Look, mind your business if you seein' me out

I be iced out with the paths they was leadin' me down

I hoped for somethin' better, kept on feedin' me doubts

Beatin' me down; my ex still dream of me now

That's how I pop up; cute, but it's not us

I rather get it done than brag to people how I'm 'bout [?]

I just left the northside, flyin' to the south of

Just for self-care, lil' massage and a scalp rub

And rose water so my skin tight

A better me's who you see me try and get like

My wrongdoings let me know what I had did right

Climb, reach big heights

My nails too long, I slap bitches in a fist fight

Gimme the mic, I get the job done

I spent times preparin' for when the time comes

On another mile run, it's talks about me and I still kept my mouth shut

If I ain't losin' sleep, it ain't 'bout much

With all this ice on my heart

Winter time, standin' by the water when it's dark

I learn from my mistakes, better than what I was taught

And if it robbed me of my joy, then it ain't really worth the cost

Word to mami; [?] voluptuous, bitches know my body

Shittin' like a Porta-Potty

Talkin' on this joint, they thinkin' I ain't got a song around me

I'm on point and I ain't skippin' over no surroundings

Watch how they watch me, I lose 'em, I go to top speed

Now I do events unless I do 'em from the box seats

Send a budget and makin' sure that it's not cheap

Askin' for this work, ain't on an arm; it's not free

And my beauty is like a symphony

And since me, he ain't felt this kind of chemistry

I guess no matter where he go, he gon' remember me

It's somethin' different, I could feel it in his energy

Thinkin' this was meant to be; like me, a writer, I'm a poet

Ain't rappin' 'bout my pussy 'cause I never went and showed it

And I know when you got it, you ain't really gotta show it

If they swearin' on my name, I swear to God that I ain't noticed

This is every day tings, kale in my drink

Middle fingers high, don't give a damn what they think

Like the Keke Usher vid how I dance on the beat

With my heir to the streets and my hands on the free

Yeah, it's me