Symphony 2000 (Freestyle)

[Intro]
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Boom, boom, boom-boom, yo, yo
Yo, listen
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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