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I'll never be picture perfect Beyonce Fly like J-Lo or singing Baby like 'Shanti I barely comb my hair, yeah, that's on a good day I don't care what the hood say I ain't street like Keyshia, ain't never tried to be And I got soul in my soul but not quite like Mary Ain't nothing really R&B about me And I say bump what the hood say I'm sorry I ain't in the Benzes in my videos I'm sorry I ain't even really trying to match my clothes I can tell you paid a figure for McQueen dibs But I can also tell you who the King dealer is And I got knowledge if you really want to talk about it No, I don't trust the crowd just to walk around it So I'm writing the letter to the industry It says "Fuck you, signed sincerely" Aww, yeah Here we go again Solo, can you tone it down? Be more like them But everything I'm not makes me everything I am Aww, yeah Ooh, here we go again People talking shit but when the shit hits the fan Letras de cancionesEverything I'm not makes me everything I am I'm not a goody-goody, so I don't watch my mouth like I'm a goody-goody But I appreciate the ones who rooting for me 'Cause everybody gon' gone, got an opinion, baby And I been feeling lately like I can't help it Big up haters, if you don't like it, I didn't make it for you ooh, ooh (You ooh, ooh) I'm not apologetic, if you don't like it, it's probably 'cause you don't get it And you can tell the world that you heard I said it And I ain't talking about me, I'm talking 'bout the ones who represent what I believe The fresh kids, the what comes next kids The see you at the art exhibit, oh, hell yes kid The politic kids, the be your thing and declare your independence kids If I'm a vote for something, I'm a go Barack the vote this year I'm talking 'bout the ones who said enough The I got too much I don't give a what in my cup The I don't care what the next man is saying I'm just saying to the industry, this is fuck you, signed sincerely Oh, yeah Oh, here we go again People talking shit but I don't give a damn Everything I'm not makes me everything I am Ooh, ooh, ooh, yeah Oh, here we go again People talking shit with no pot to piss in But everything I'm not is everything I can I can do anything I remember the Doc saying, "What you gon' do? Girl, you 17" (Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh) (Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh) 'Ye ripped on this track, made it into a jam I just borrowed it just to tell you who I am (Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh) (Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh) From Letras Mania