Mark Battles - This Is Me lyrics

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Mark Battles - This Is Me lyrics

[Intro: Mark Battles] So Here we go This is me, before the deal Before the big shows, before the stadiums and.. And, ah TV appearances and the radio play and the platinum album, and the Grammy, and the lies, and the rumors, and the depression, and the hatred This is me in my purest form... and, I just want to share that with you [Verse 1: Mark Battles] They said open your eyes, you got a lot to lose No time to choose, get left confused if you don't follow rules This Donald news remind these fools of when we shined they shoes And picked up cotton, times forgotten, so we spoiled rotten Nobody want to work, and nobody want to commit, so everybody getting hurt I thought I had it first, but I guess you had it worse I advise you learn to surf, this Vasi wave may save the earth, yep Speak polite then take your purse, that's how it works, yep Flee the scene, police sirens, see in the dirt, yep Now it's another n***a gone Twitter R.I.P.s I guess we'll put them in a song Tell his mama to be strong, but where did she go wrong Would he be out here thuggin' if his father was at home, I don't know I can't complain bro, three shows in a row and this ain't closed 50k in a month, that's a bank roll Main hoe got my name on her an*l Lay low, but I rep it like a gang though Vic Vasi dripping gold, where the rainbow Came slow, cause I got to let the name grow Trap town, we was raised where you can't go FA on some new sh**, too slick, I could really get the booth lit Blew quick, now I'm chilling with a cute chick But I only tapped twice like a new pick New life, who's this I'm really just working on my music These n***as really told me I was foolish You can't make it with a message, you just stupid (what?) Quit trying to preach to these thugs It is what it was, man they like selling d** (they like selling d**) We don't really care how you feel, I don't want to hear your song, if you ain't talking popping pills At least talk about some coke ('bout some coke n***a) n***a, talk about the cars, are you broke? (are you broke n***a?) Talk about the riches (talk about the money) At least talk about some b**hes (talk about the hoes) We love all that crap, ain't you from the hood Where's your blunt, where's you strap Man you could've buzzed where you at, but you waited 'till this album to cuss on your raps, you're a loser That's what the haters try to tell me, but I don't mind as long as my family healthy I do shows, my fans crying for selfies And I'mma rep the threes 'till they nail me Vasi [Outro: Mark Battles] Before the deal It's before the deal, it's before the deal I ain't gon' change, keep it more than real That's a promise Threes up It's Fly America