Lovely and Ugly

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Mawcus

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Great, amazing
Horrible, dull, monotonous
As long as you feel something
It's called life, right
The lovely and ugly
I step back at times and ask myself what I'm becoming
I judge myself the most, that's why these critiques be so stunning
Or how I play it; at this point, think that's just something I say (huh)
They ain't see me trudging in the past, they think I made it smooth
I gravitated to that bunch who don't feel takes from fools
If you don't give it your one hundred, you don't hate to lose
I said, If you don't give it your one hundred, you don't hate to lose
Mentality never to play it victim
Went to college, learned the systems
Found out more to get my sound out
Amped me up, though times dejected, had me feeling down and out
Fear of missing out, I went and kicked it like a roundhouse
That slowly fizzled, most of these folks around for some loud and clout
Offer little; I learned that early, don't be a loudmouth
Salt is fickle; only good for plates of food, not hate from you
So all that weed be weeding out who really ain't for you
Could you believe me? (What) Believe I do this for the love
Believe me, love to see some duckets in these denims, pockets plush
Enriching spirit, yeah my island get lonely, but view's a must
And it's some millionaires and billionaires won't ever feel like us
This flexing culture lame as f*ck
Excuse my French, yes they won't hear if I don't say it such
We see you Yes-men way too much, go head; blow paper, stunt
Cause time been telling whose is borrowed or who'll change it up
Yup, yup, yup, huh
The lovely and ugly
I step back at times and ask myself what I'm becoming
I judge myself the most, that's why these critiques be so stunning
Or how I play it; at this point, think that's just something I say (huh)
They ain't see me trudging in the past, they think I made it smooth
I gravitated to that bunch who don't feel takes from fools
If you don't give it your one hundred, you don't hate to lose
If you don't give it your one hundred- flashback, rap
Growing into stoicism, bullied off how my clothes was fitting
And being Black in whiter rooms, call me "ghetto," power tripping
Shit was ignant, though I knew my soul been different, woe is 'em
I became brash, they prolly never asked why love was so missing
But I still shined through more than I tried to, you know how we raised
Ain't much with these maturing heat waves fine-tuned
Embarrassed that I'm smart, trying to hide that I'm a leader
But I always played my part; why you followed, I won't cheat you
Solid Spoken word preacher, for the haste, I scroll reefer
Daily battles between being kind or being a cold creature
But this my fourth year of therapy, got my bearings back (what else)
It's been a chip on my shoulder, but cap, ain't wearing that
Through beautiful or very bad, that's
The lovely and ugly
I step back at times and ask myself what I'm becoming
I judge myself the most, that's why these critiques be so stunning
Or how I play it; at this point, think that's just something I say (huh)
They ain't see me trudging in the past, they think I made it smooth
I gravitated to that bunch who don't feel takes from fools
If you don't give it your one hundred, you don't hate to lose
I said, If you don't give it your one hundred, you don't hate to lose

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