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i'mma be me - enoch lyrics

[produced by nate j.]

[verse 1]
what i look like takin’ advice from you
punk n-ggas who want my spot, like that sh-t is lookin’ quite good
“yo my n-gga you still rappin’? n-gga, still makin’ beats?”
boy, if you see me in the kitchen, don’t ask if i’m bringin’ heat!
boy’ i’m mackin’ up in the streets, “who’s lucas?” “got no idea
he take the lyrics he spittin’, -ssemble it like ikea
i heard he be blowin’ reefa, but never no wiz khalifa
heard he be spittin’ fire, that yoga flame yo we need it!”
f-ck y’all, man y’all don’t want it
y’all want tracks bout gettin’ blunted
so you blow up heads of n-ggas who rappin’ to end up stuntin’
now i’m firin’ shots and i ain’t havin’ it, i’m blastin’ it
you b-st-rd kids confused like luke, boy, you know who your daddy is
but i ain’t rappin’ for validation, i got it
n-gga my album free, clearly this sh-t ain’t for profit
amd iif it ain’t for the wealth… and it ain’t for my health
then i guess the only explanation is gimme the belt!
gimme the belt! gimme the belt! i had it for a minute
then i fell off ’cause to be honest my heart just wasn’t in it
but now that n-gga slurrin’ like sylvester
that looney toon is groovy dude, oh yes sir
digest my flows, take in my words
breathe in my essence, act out my verbs
copy my style, paste it as yours
oh they better than me, that’s quite absurd
but they claimin’, f-ck you n-ggas, i’m aimin’
you boys is playin’ with fire, like why you jackin’ off satan?
n-gga, i’m done with waitin’, the throne is mine i’ma take it
so middle finger to fame, and yo middle finger to makin’ it

really…

[chorus]
i don’t really where to go
and i don’t really where to be
but one thing that i’m knowin’ fo’ sho’
at the end of the day, i’ma be me
at the end of the day, i’ma be me
at the end of the day, i’ma be me
so m-th-f-ck yo opinion, ain’t a thing that you changin’, man
i’ma m-th-f-ckin’ do me

[verse 2]
lower the gates, yo, i’m goin’ straight for the temple
clearly n-ggas ain’t get it, before i left it too simple
when i say that we poppin’, boy, i ain’t talkin’ like pimples
i’m talkin’ like john witherspoon plus bubble wrap and some needles
don’t get it? yo i figured, you can’t have good sense
it’s probably ’cause you’re dismantled, this n-gga too much handle
this n-gga gon’ need a grammy, two emmys, a couple oscars
after the throne is mine i’ll probably quit and be a doctor
f-ck rap! i only do it ’cause these words mad clear
f-ck some new b-tches, i got hoes right here
f-ckin’ wit’ gate city, i got shows right here
boy, he can’t rap? check the flow right here
i am, the new revival
i can, k!ll anybody
the mans, gone need some props, yo
the plan’s, to catch a body
his d-ck, gone need some slobbin’
some stan’s to get up on him
like man, i love your music, so when’s your nearest concert
gotd-mn, i ain’t really go hard enough
these n-ggas ain’t shootin’ for the bar enough
ain’t i been to war a couple times with you punk n-ggas?
i ain’t come back with a few scars enough
maybe y’all don’t hit hard like you should do
n-ggas don’t give a f-ck, they used to
now i’m on like lights in the night
alright, undisputed like floyd when he fight -bell sound-
i’ll k!ll yo dreams, my n-gga you couldn’t stop me
i’m sorry, i woke up in yo b-tch like a new bugatti
yo, really i could barely care
so throw that middle finger up and let it glide in the air, like i’m gone

[chorus]
i don’t really where to go
and i don’t really where to be
but one thing that i’m knowin’ fo’ sho’
is at the end of the day, i’ma be me
at the end of the day, i’ma be me
at the end of the day, i’ma be me
so m-th-f-ck yo opinion, ain’t a thing that you changin’, man
i’ma m-th-f-ckin’ do me

[outro]
i’ma m-th-f-ckin’ do me
i’ma m-th-f-ckin’ do me
so m-th-f-ck yo’ opinion, ain’t a thing that you changin’, man
i’ma m-th-f-ckin’ do me
get off my d-ck, ho
get off my d-ck, b-tch
get off my d-ck, ho
get off my d-ck, b-tch

- enoch lyrics

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