Misunderstood (Intro Freestyle) - 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