To all the women with the flaws, I know it’s hard it’s hard my darling
You wonder why you’re lonely and your mans not calling
You keep falling victim cos you’re insecure
And when I tell you that you’re beautiful you can’t be sure
Cos he don’t seem to want you back and it’s got you asking
So all you see is what you lacking not what you packing
Take it from a man that loves what you got
And baby girl you a star don’t let em tell you you not
Now is it real? Eye brows, fingernails, hair. Is it real?
If it’s not girl you don’t care
Cos what’s real is something that the eyes can’t see, that the hands can’t touch, that them brahs can’t be and that’s you
Never let em see you frown and if you need a friend to pick you up I’ll be around
We can ride with the windows down, the music loud I can tell you ain’t laughed in a while - but I wanna see that crooked smile
—  J. Cole (crooked smile). I love this verse.