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Be Yourself
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Hip-Hop/Rap
Be Yourself was released on January 31, 2022 by Jst A Product LLC / 4th Qtr Ent. as a part of the album Be Yourself EP
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Release DateJanuary 31, 2022
LabelJst A Product LLC / 4th Qtr Ent.
LanguageEnglish
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM77

Music Video

Music Video

Credits

COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Jst An Artist
Jst An Artist
Songwriter
Don Julio
Don Julio
Songwriter
Yankes Pro
Yankes Pro
Songwriter

Lyrics

Yeah
Immigration investigations over the border testing my patience
They tried cut my cord but I'm already connected when you plugged in what's expected
Yeah
Ayo
Pops lost his spot in the recession, it didn't matter he caught a diamond in all the pressure
We never question, like Stephen, I just count my blessings then light a j for introspection
Wasn't designed to fit in, I was born tailored
Fuck all the political and industry standards
For the family, I'm the center but run point like Liz Cambage
A pocket full of Aces
Dirty hands, familiar faces this game is shameless
All that weighing on his head got him screaming like a plaintiff
I just flew back from the six, slide through Chubby's for my Jamaican fix
Then break bread with my brothers and we only playing for keeps
Scared money don't make none, stop acting timid, if you don't take a chance
How the fuck you gon' end up winning
It's over I left them boys back at the line of scrimmage, then return to the kitchen
and start whippin' like a chemist
This kind of high you can't supply that, this kind of vibe you can't buy that
In a game full of imposters, I'm all they father's yall should
Yeah, in a game full of imposters, I'm all they father's yall should
Yeah, in a game full of imposters I'm all they fathers yall should
Keepin' it a bean, yall opinions mean something
all that talkin' behind my back will have me go in the booth and attack
Say what you want, there ain't shit I lack bars, flows
I did it without rappin' bout the cars, hoes, and material bullshit I own
We'll speak on it in person when you build up the courage
The bars float over your head, yet hold weight on your soul like voodoo curses
My Mont Blanc from my pops a twist top, why would I ever cap in my verses
You **** couldn't even write in cursive, yall tell the rhymes that came from nurses
Flow like scripture it belong in the most beautiful of churches
I want the money and acclaim fuck the fame
for the clout yall sold your soul like merchants
And when it comes to this, I'm mercifulless
Try it if you want to, see if it was worth it
I ain't battin' a thousand but I'm damn near perfect
Written by: Don Julio, Jst An Artist, Yankes Pro
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