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letra de ali - legitimate

[chorus]
i wanna be the greatest
i wanna be the greatest
i’m not one to play with
you don’t know what i’m made of
i’m gonna be the greatest
i’m gonna be the greatest
i’m not one to play with
’cause i know i’m gonna make it

[verse 1]
let me stop the gossip
i’ve been playing possum;
letting talent blossom
and now i’m f-cking awesome
now these hoes’ jaws drop
’cause all these hoes is star struck
they’re mad they ever dogged ’em
and i’m laid back like “aww shucks.”
there’s no need to save no face
i don’t need no saving grace
i’m just tryin’a make it rain;
get on my d-ck and out my face
then i must be on my way
i’ve got way too much on my plate
you eat like you are on a plane;
i’m eating like my own buffet
yeah b-tch, i want all the green
i’m blowin’ smoke up in the whip just like a fog machine
i’m always talkin’ reckless on the beat
i’m h-lla smart and taking shots – trigonometry
my mom was on my case
so i made straight a’s
now that i’m on my own
all i do is make plays
i text her every morning tell her “have a great day,”
’cause i know that life is precious and it’s quick to slip away
but today is today
and that’s all we really have
so i’m dexter in the lab
no direction, just a bag
makin’ records out of raps;
not for cheddar or the cash
but to be better than the last
devin hester run it back if you’ve got questions
i’m too busy checkin’ my reflection
doin’ some reflectin’
call it self–ssessment
always making sure that i am meeting my objectives
i’ve got but one perception
it’s that i’m f-cking destined
less than that, it’s never gonna do
tell me who you’re gonna be if you never be you
so i choose to be true, i truthfully do
i used to be blue – i grew up and got a clue
now i’ve always got mail (i’ve got mail)
and my room is always reeking of that pot smell
rockin’ periwinkle jordans, salt and pepper on the scale
pussies playin’ in the sand with the shovel and the pail
i’m not worried about you, i’m worried about me
i’m doin’ what i gotta do just to be who i can be
everybody keeps quiet so i think i gotta speak
life ain’t a game of tryin’; b-tch, come and try me

- legitimate

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