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 "$#&@ 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 %#@! but when the %#@! hits the fan
Everything 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 $#&@ you, signed sincerely


Oh, yeah
Oh, here we go again
People talking %#@! 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 %#@! 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"

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'Ye ripped on this track, made it into a jam

I just borrowed it just to tell you who I am
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