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Misunderstood (Intro Freestyle) Lyrics - Artist : Doobie
I guess you can say, I feel a certain type of way
Whe-when I hear my music play I knew that one day, I-I-I was gonna be great But they ain't fuck with me untill I got a little fame Bu-bu-but I do my thing, yeah I do my thing I do my thing, yeah I do my thing, I'm doing my thing Pac style I couldn't find my mother Such a picky eater I was dying of hunger Such a heavy sleeper I hope to die in my slumber They ask me why am I stubborn Ain't no food in the cupboard I was so damn young, such big dreams Only nineteen, doing big things I love my bros, I'll die for my team Got the best DJ in the six fourteen I done came a long way rappin' in that basement Sendin' songs to the stations but they ain't play it I done learned the hard way, it ain't easy to make it But I kept my patience, then I kept on pacing When Lebron James played for the Cavaliers Me and my Momma lived in a Cavalier Whet down the wrong path, I ain't know where to steer Made a few mistakes but then it brought me here That's why I'm standing in my same chucks With my chain tucked Keep a smile on my face cause I know they hate us Can never be the same but they imitate us And you know we gonna eat cause these streets raised us Back-back-back when it was me and JV Yeah-yeah I know this new shit ain't me And all them long nights in the STU made me Cause people so fake I need to see ID I'm from Columbus, I fuck with Lucch I fuck with Munati and I fuck with Moose If you fuck with me then I fuck with you If I don't fuck with you, then we gonna shoot We all eat cause we started from nothin My Aunt's on the pipe and I ain't talkin bout plumbin And they wonder why I use drugs to function Even cripple kids have stand for somethin You did your thing homie, I ain't bitter As my heart turned cold, I was starting to shiver I was tryin to sell my soul to the highest bidder But all I have is my Mom and I ain't tryin to give her I worked hard and I ain't bout to give in Don't show no love yall ain't my friends Me and High Life gonna see a few M's Then I'm ah put my Momma in an all white Benz I swear to God, but sometimes I don't know who the fuck I'm swearing to Imagine everywhere that you go, a hundred people stop And they stare at you Oh you miss me now but I don't care for you Cause when I was down bitch where were you I'll die before I ll be scared of you Cause I'm all blowin up like a parachute I'm ballin bitch I don't need no court Hoes ain't want me cause I was too short But now they wanna fuck me cause I'm on tour But I'm married to the game shorty, I'm all yours I kept on runnin', I felt like Forrest I was a hard head, never did my chores We miss you Amyiah, life is short For my little brother, I'll show support, oh lord I guess you can say I feel a certain type of way Wh-when I hear my music play I knew that one day I-I-I was gonna be great But they ain't fuck-fuck-me, but they ain't fuck with me-ee-ee But I do my thing, yeah I do my thing, I do my thing But-I-but-I do my thing, yeah I do my thing, I do my thing |
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