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I just wanna be the best. Yeah, it's BJT. I just wanna be the best. My shoe game staying fresh to death. I don't wanna sit behind a desk. I wanna be dead in debt, callin' shots right To left. The new me killed the old me, Not with a knife, not with a TEC. And I take shots to the brain so I Go blind, so I can't find the pain inside. I'm dyin', no lie, I'm tired. I know I'm fly, I just wanna be flyer. Killin' things, Halloween, twenty-eighteen, Michael Myers. Homie switchin' up, replacin' dudes like my Tires every tire. I go skrr when I ride. I'm fly when I drive. Check the facts as I tell no lie. I speak the truth and that's on my life And speakin' 'bout my life. Lord, why am I on Earth? I swear to God I shoulda died. But I'm glad I didn't, because I met my Daughter, and as a father I will be there To always raise her right and stay on my Grind. This the end of my verse, so until Next time you hear me rhyme, don't talk crap, Don't waste my time. Yeah. waste my time, yeah. Let me your intentions. Tell me what you're feelin'. Know intentions. Tell me what you're feelin'. Yeah, me know your intentions. Tell me what you're feelin'. To see your situation. Tell me how it goes. I just wanna be the best, but is it Worth all the mess? I mean, the good ones That should've been poppin' are the ones that saw The death. Bet. I ain't finna let 'em get Me, I'm the refresh. I'm gonna bring back the Rap talent these selfish fools do not impress. Only God can judge me tatted on my flesh. The Almighty made me, I'm you fugazees be lazy Or you play me. Ironic it may be that I'm a lyricist and so I hope you're playin' Me, and payin' attention like attention paid me. Twenty right now, but how I feel like I Am eighty, the way I hate improvements to new Music and technology. I'm the last of a dyin' breed, but I Ain't dead yet, so I'ma be me and make My mission complete. Damn. Hell, I been, but Tiamo, Mi amore, my wife Stephanie, and my daughter Alexis Lynn, my pitbull, that's the key. Can't afford a lot, but with y'all I have Everything I need, and nobody can never ever take It away from me. Let me your Intentions. Tell me what you're feelin'. Know intentions. Tell me what you're feelin'. Yeah, let me know your intentions. Tell me what you're feelin'. To see your situation. Tell me how it goes. Oh, and I know I'm the best, the best I'm gonna be, and when I'm on top I Ain't finna stop, 'cause if I stop my family Stops, and I won't stop until I'm six feet Dead and dropped. This is the outro to the Right, Tupac, I'm out, let's rock. Hold up, one more thought. For food, I mean Food for thought. These last few years have been A mess and the stress makes new wreckers of How the rest was back when. I remember the good and bad and then I Got older and moved away from all my family And friends. This is my life story, I guess. Started from the bottom like Drake said. Contemplated how I wanna go about my life and Keep up all my dreams. RIP Martin Luther King, and shoutout to the OGs And the ones that made this possible and believed In me, and took the time to see what I mean on the mic intentionally and lyrically. Shame on you for dissing me. I'm a preacher king, good or bad, y'all gonna Remember me, and that's on everything I eat, Sleep, and I breathe easy. Ayy. Let me intentions. Tell me what you're feelin'. Let me know your intentions. Tell me what you're feelin'. Yeah, let me know your intentions. Tell me what you're feelin'. To see your situation. Tell me how it goes. This song is here for everybody and that's hunky Dory with me. I just wanted to shed some Light on somethin' positive to sing, yeah. I'm the kid that grew up lip-syncing in the Mirror and felt like it's my destiny. I wasn't wrong because it's who I wanna be. It's been so long since I've actually put some Thought into my music lyrically, and some of y'all Probably say my music is trash because it's wack Or I'm not mumbling. These all straight facts, I write what's best for Me. I just wanna be the best, yeah, The best I wanna be. I'm takin' shots and takin' everything negative Y'all say about me with a G Rain or Salt. Did you get it? Probably not. As y'all can see I'ma be on top of Anything or slam back on my teeth. Either way it goes, I'ma be a man, I'm Standing on my feet. Call me what you want, man, you don't have To like me, and forget everything you know, 'cause Y'all don't really know me. I'm done rappin', let the beat ride. G-H-J-T, BJT, y'all.