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Misunderstood (Intro Freestyle)

 

Misunderstood (Intro Freestyle)

(album: Demons - 2015)


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 rapping in that basement
Sending 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 running, 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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