best me (remix)

apologies in advance

mobbing deep with the clan

290 to dan

riotmen in my class

beatboxin'

basqiat dreadlockin'

the nerdy kid

he stuffed in lockers

tell em' be cool like a lozenge

niggas see you with the flodging

they ready to pull your card

like uno out

i could tell you

but this shit you know 'bout

i'm talking 17 i thought i was the

told the

coldest

skipping class

get my ass a phone and office

left my job and gave they ass a one week notice

back at home i feel i'm macaulay culkin

knew this shit was good like i am kobe

postin'

never left the luck

i got a four leaf clover

paranoid as when them boys will pull me over

stackin' up my paper like a loose leaf owner

see me on cobra

i felt like the culprit

none of they shit come down

treat me like a toilet

tomahawk a hook and i 360 with the verses

soldier like the service

bus like i got service

all they lines down

i'm around and they nervous

reachin' on the ground like the carpet

persian

i come from a town where the topic: murder

i feel like the crown on my conscious

curvin' it

news like i'm burgundy

hurtin' me so

worth to be perfectly hurt me and mo'

his sound it might sell

if i ain't never grow

i didn't fold when a label approach

lay down a lay

it's a-rest like joes

stay in your lane like you payin' a toll

hate cause they ain't gonna pay what they owe

snakes in the grass

put the apes in the zoo

gorilla readin' corinthian callin' you realest like christopher callin them indian

this is not that

presidential i should get a top-hat off experience

quiet like librarian

how they all silent around

i'm like that guy in the town

die for the crown

i keep my ear to the street

i keep my eye to the clouds

all i wanna do is be the best me

all i wanna do is be the best me

all i wanna do is be the best me

all i wanna do is be the best me

best me possibly

upset drunk on a cold night

should stop now but i won't lie

nigga i remember those days when i used to have no lights

that was back when. that was back when. back when it was nothin' but a dream

food drive service

black churches kept my mother cookin' daily dinner

breakfast

even lunches for the team

pulled me to the side

told me she was savin' up a bucket full of green

hush plans boy

nothin's for the scene

get up off your ass and follow your passion

motivated from moments then it's back to the mattress

work patches back to back

me god be tragic

all these asses

rack up thoughts

wreak havoc

you

you follow the rules

develop misunderstandin' then swallow your jewels

dependin' on model there's never model your uniqueness

deep kiss the way you bottle your cool

i remember the school high

ridiculous new ideas to my peers

fear you must be a musha

martin look wrist boy better woosa!

my niggas reflectin' images

lord

i've been at task i ask my last request on earth is not to let my selfish way shine through

don't believe in karma

only god but i know what goes round comes right back round for you

can i get a church?

1995 and 97 was the worst

started writin' to escape but i was livin' on a verse

only lookin' forward to the fifteen and the first

told my niggas i don't want to hit a forty with a forty in front of bodegas incarcerated or in a herse

systematically envisioned to imprison me in dirt

by the age of 27 i'm just tryna dead a curse

15 i had a vivid conversation with myself

and said self you can either kill you or kill a verse

now my verses have verses in burials

scriptures and carols through me when i'm blessed

and i am my best me

all i wanna do is be the best me

all i wanna do is be the best me

all i wanna do is be the best me

all i wanna do is be the best me

best me possibly

all i wanna do is be the best me

all i wanna do is be the best me

all i wanna do is be the best me

all i wanna do is be the best me

best me possibly