My Response

These niggas say, they keeping it solid
But when it come to real shit, they never, speaking about it
But, one thing about it, nigga I done, done that
When they ask me how? I respond back
Nigga, I'm just doing me
I'm just doing me, I'm just doing me
I'm just doing me, Tell me, can't you see?
How a nigga, kept it so true?
Ain't nothing else, for me to muthafuckin do
So, I'm just doing me

Real rap, real talk
Niggas acting like they're gangsta
When they know, they're really soft
When that drama came, how many of yall niggas fought?
They was all running, yea I saw them niggas, pealing off
Another lost, you was taking, yo fault, for mistaking
A squad of real G's, what you thought, they was faking?
Now they're racing, they just trying to get away, from all the coppa's
You was saying in your raps, how you spraying, all them choppa's
Never paying, for them boppa's, but that was all lies
You keep watching me, and you will be, crossed eyed
I'm over here, getting money, over there, getting loot
I'm a underground artist, to the top, I'ma shoot
You say ya plotting on who? you better rethink it
They sleeping so hard, man give them boys, a blanket
Now, are you comfy, all tucked in tight
Yall pussy ass niggas, shouldn't touch no mic (right)

These niggas say, they keeping it solid
But when it come to real shit, they never, speaking about it
But, one thing about it, nigga I done, done that
When they ask me how? I respond back
Nigga, I'm just doing me
I'm just doing me, I'm just doing me
I'm just doing me, Tell me, can't you see?
How a nigga, kept it so true?
Ain't nothing else, for me to muthafuckin do
So, I'm just doing me

Yea, that way I, stay with the grind
Don't play with my time, don't play with my rhymes
18 years later, and still, no label will sign (Me)
They say, I'm unstable, but nigga more fatal
More hooks, than ya cable, a crook, at ya table
Go look, at ya neighbors, no pussy is able, to ever define (Me)
They took from yo cradle, yo book is a fable, my version is facts
They say it's unheard of, the way I come up
And just murder, them tracks
Now, let me get back, to killing shit
The realest shit, you ever wrote, we'll never know
Cause that fake shit, all you ever show (bitch)
That fake shit, all you ever show
Say a nigga be dead fresh, up and down, from head to toe
I know, they still be hating me, ho nigga, just let it go
All odds against me, I still tell them, go bet some more
I'm a vet, professional, mashing out in a old school
Trying to eat, and get a meal, and I ain't talking bout, soul fool
And Flame, be the name, even though, a nigga so kool
Can't compare me to that lame, cause I ain't nothing like, old dude

These niggas say, they keeping it solid
But when it come to real shit, they never, speaking about it
But, one thing about it, nigga I done, done that
When they ask me how? I respond back
Nigga, I'm just doing me
I'm just doing me, I'm just doing me
I'm just doing me, Tell me, can't you see?
How a nigga, kept it so true?
Ain't nothing else, for me to muthafuckin do
So, I'm just doing me