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I'm Just Me Video (MV)




Performed By: MoThoro
Language: English
Length: 3:04
Written by: Morris Taylor




MoThoro - I'm Just Me Lyrics




They like Thoro where you been weain't seen you in a minute
Still the same cheesing nigga with the 7 on the pendant
And the same bestfriend that I had from the begining
White gold on my teeth I ain't get it from the dentist
Hard at flossing, Ogden Crossing, crowd broke out in a melee
Then my Patna choked me out and had me knocked the same day
All in front of my baby
Swear I went out sad that night
But I can't ponder on the past long keep my shit in orbit like a satellite
Credit cards I got debt at I large I got brand new car in my name
Headed far I'm tryna set the bar while still setting apart in my lane yeah
People thinking I'm from Hampton now cause I took the city like Red's chain
I ain't even at my hottest point like the outer part of a red flame
Social media comparing niggas had to remind myself to keep my head straight
Shit is toxic for my headspace , had to keep it rocking at a steadpace , extra pounds not equal to the money I fit in my pockets then it's dead weight
And If I cop the flight I need some legspace
And when I rock the mic I need a leg brace

Cause I be rocking all the shows I break a leg and do my stuff and
Rock the crowd and hit the woah might stanky leg can't do the dougie
Say you wouldnt hit the bad ones if you ain't rap cause you is ugly
I say haters never prosper I hit stallions cause they love me
Im just me
Nobody else
You niggas trying too hard to be cool whole time
I'm just me
Nobody else
You niggas trying hard to be somebody else

Y'all really trying hard like can't nobody tell
Doing stuff cuz it look cool regardless how you prolly felt
Thinking that's what get you hoes, but ain't worried bout a check
You look up and now you broke, now she wit somebody else
My boy Kenny making bank out on wall street but he hate it
Got me thinking what if used this degree and started trading
At a financial service firm making eighty to a hundred
Knowing damn well I'd miserable as hell cuz I don't love it
What's the price tag on your mental state
Or on yo happiness
Can't knock the corporate folks when I ain't even make it happen yet
I'm grinding check to check whiles niggas setting up they life
They buying property and shit I'm buying poppers for my mic
So y'all can listen to me clear at the crib at twenty-two
Gaga keep my stomach full make sure u got plenty food
But the goal is self sustainability I want some more
So when you that I'm performing in yo city come support come support

Cause I be rocking all the shows I break a leg and do my stuff and
Rock the crowd and hit the woah might stanky leg can't do the dougie
Say you wouldnt hit the bad ones if you ain't rap cause you is ugly
I say haters never prosper I hit stallions cause they love me
Im just me
Nobody else
You niggas trying too hard to be cool whole time
I'm just me
Nobody else
You niggas trying hard to be somebody else
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English

They like Thoro where you been weain't seen you in a minute
Still the same cheesing nigga with the 7 on the pendant
And the same bestfriend that I had from the begining
White gold on my teeth I ain't get it from the dentist
Hard at flossing, Ogden Crossing, crowd broke out in a melee
Then my Patna choked me out and had me knocked the same day
All in front of my baby
Swear I went out sad that night
But I can't ponder on the past long keep my shit in orbit like a satellite
Credit cards I got debt at I large I got brand new car in my name
Headed far I'm tryna set the bar while still setting apart in my lane yeah
People thinking I'm from Hampton now cause I took the city like Red's chain
I ain't even at my hottest point like the outer part of a red flame
Social media comparing niggas had to remind myself to keep my head straight
Shit is toxic for my headspace , had to keep it rocking at a steadpace , extra pounds not equal to the money I fit in my pockets then it's dead weight
And If I cop the flight I need some legspace
And when I rock the mic I need a leg brace

Cause I be rocking all the shows I break a leg and do my stuff and
Rock the crowd and hit the woah might stanky leg can't do the dougie
Say you wouldnt hit the bad ones if you ain't rap cause you is ugly
I say haters never prosper I hit stallions cause they love me
Im just me
Nobody else
You niggas trying too hard to be cool whole time
I'm just me
Nobody else
You niggas trying hard to be somebody else

Y'all really trying hard like can't nobody tell
Doing stuff cuz it look cool regardless how you prolly felt
Thinking that's what get you hoes, but ain't worried bout a check
You look up and now you broke, now she wit somebody else
My boy Kenny making bank out on wall street but he hate it
Got me thinking what if used this degree and started trading
At a financial service firm making eighty to a hundred
Knowing damn well I'd miserable as hell cuz I don't love it
What's the price tag on your mental state
Or on yo happiness
Can't knock the corporate folks when I ain't even make it happen yet
I'm grinding check to check whiles niggas setting up they life
They buying property and shit I'm buying poppers for my mic
So y'all can listen to me clear at the crib at twenty-two
Gaga keep my stomach full make sure u got plenty food
But the goal is self sustainability I want some more
So when you that I'm performing in yo city come support come support

Cause I be rocking all the shows I break a leg and do my stuff and
Rock the crowd and hit the woah might stanky leg can't do the dougie
Say you wouldnt hit the bad ones if you ain't rap cause you is ugly
I say haters never prosper I hit stallions cause they love me
Im just me
Nobody else
You niggas trying too hard to be cool whole time
I'm just me
Nobody else
You niggas trying hard to be somebody else
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Writer: Morris Taylor
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