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fletch - optimistic lyrics

[intro]
it’s showtime! and guess who’s the star? get ready!

[verse 1]
what’s the phrase that fits my preposition
rephrase, lemme recheck my recognition
talkin’ about the styles i’m quickly engineerin’
sickly with lyrics a musical technician
i’m doin’ big things like an underage prost-tute
pause! a slight followin’ with just a flock or two
youngins online quote my bars on that c-ckatoo
females mj’n talkin’ ’bout i wanna rock with you
howdy boo. she got them d’s like bad grades
i tutor you while i am teachin’ the rap game
well i ain’t that lame. i’m only provin’
that i can take on a subject of a product of my choosin’
boostin’ up my own ego. leggo
my eggo i’m eatin this year with my hustle
i’m lethal, the one they only fear in a scuffle
like a martial artist, flow fist beer when i’m drunken
stay dunkin’

[hook]
i’m awesome! i think personally i’m awesome!
you wanna disagree i’m still awesome! you wanna disagree i’m still awesome!
n-gga i’m awesome, n-gga i’m awesome!
(my bad i’m just boostin’ up my confidence.)
n-gga i’m awesome, n-gga i’m awesome!
(my bad i’m just boostin’ up my confidence.)
i’m awesome! n-gga i’m awesome!
(my bad i’m just boostin’ up my confidence.)
n-gga i’m awesome, n-gga i’m awesome! awesome!
(my bad i’m just boostin’ up my confidence.)

[interlude]
aye man. stop playin’ with these dudes man, you already know!
you gotta show ’em. you gotta show ’em bruh. this ain’t even your full potential
get these n-ggas man! get ’em!

[verse 2]
yo! cuttin’ corners clean like barbers
sonnin’ up these daughters, somebody call maury
i am not the father! trial in court
baby moms trying to claim i’m in denial, it works
just a highway robbery i’m takin’ the time
takin’ money that ain’t mine like child support
grimy i’m dirty, compared to minds gutter in the mouth
yellin’ out obscenities, censoring what i mutter off
but not an issue i’m a casual rapper
i just make movies, just an actual actor
brighten insights it’s a possible factor
let me take ’em back to church ‘cuz i’m a pastor’s son, -ssh0l-
so everybody inhale, i’m speakin’ with the fire
take it for gospel when i am preachin’ to the choir
i recycle my words so i keep it in denial
this track’s still fresh still, peep it for a while
hah!

[hook]

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