I’mma Be Me - Enoch Lyrics

[Produced by Nate J.]

[Verse 1]
What I look like takin' advice from you
Punk niggas who want my spot, like that shit is lookin' quite good
"Yo my nigga you still rappin'? Nigga, 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', assemble 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!"
Fuck y'all, man y'all don't want it
Y'all want tracks bout gettin' blunted
So you blow up heads of niggas who rappin' to end up stuntin'
Now I'm firin' shots and I ain't havin' it, I'm blastin' it
You bastard kids confused like Luke, boy, you know who your daddy is
But I ain't rappin' for validation, I got it
Nigga my album free, clearly this shit 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 nigga 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', Fuck you niggas, I'm aimin'
You boys is playin' with fire, like why you jackin' off Satan?
Nigga, 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 muthafuck yo opinion, ain't a thing that you changin', man
I'ma muthafuckin' do me

[Verse 2]
Lower the gates, yo, I'm goin' straight for the temple
Clearly niggas 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 nigga too much handle
This nigga gon' need a Grammy, two Emmys, a couple Oscars
After the throne is mine I'll probably quit and be a doctor
Fuck rap! I only do it 'cause these words mad clear
Fuck some new bitches, I got hoes right here
Fuckin' 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, kill anybody
The mans, gone need some props, yo
The plan's, to catch a body
His dick, gone need some slobbin'
Some Stan's to get up on him
Like man, I love your music, so when's your nearest concert
Gotdamn, I ain't really go hard enough
These niggas ain't shootin' for the bar enough
Ain't I been to war a couple times with you punk niggas?
I ain't come back with a few scars enough
Maybe y'all don't hit hard like you should do
Niggas don't give a fuck, they used to
Now I'm on like lights in the night
Alright, undisputed like Floyd when he fight *bell sound*
I'll kill yo dreams, my nigga you couldn't stop me
I'm sorry, I woke up in yo bitch 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 muthafuck yo opinion, ain't a thing that you changin', man
I'ma muthafuckin' do me

[Outro]
I'ma muthafuckin' do me
I'ma muthafuckin' do me
So muthafuck yo' opinion, ain't a thing that you changin', man
I'ma muthafuckin' do me
Get off my dick, ho
Get off my dick, bitch
Get off my dick, ho
Get off my dick, bitch

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