Doing Me

I'm just here catchin' waves Like an Aussie on the beach Fresh talent for the scene Yes man I wanna eat So while they do what everyone else does I'll be here doing me There's no Rollie on my wrist, quick quick times tickin' (Haha) Even if I wing it, I'm still fly with it (Yeah) In high spirits (Yeah) But the sky bar isn't my limit (Nah) This tracks my ep's wick and I'm lightin' it So I'm gonna be a bit pissed off if my extended play doesn't blow up in 5 minutes All right listen Being the best of the best is my gimmick So you wouldn't wanna sleep on me if I was a bed freshly made with white linen Everybody raps, nobody's different So I'm not gonna waste my time tryna get through to these sheep who gave me nine digits (You've dialled an incorrect...) I used to have so much time and not enough productive ways to fill it Now, I got producers slidin' all up in the dm's like a skinhead Such an ill wordsmith when I'm spittin' they grab a tissue just to catch it, bin it, kill it With a pen that's so heavy I can slam it on the floor and cause a cataclysm with it (Trust me) I used to burn my wages gettin' high (Swear down) Now I save paper like I'm back strappin' If you wanna find me you're gonna have to look a lot further than the bandwagon (Facts) I'll be sat plannin' how I'm gonna take their breaths away like their asthmatic So I can add to my bank balance Quit workin' in the rain and just sit in the lab stacking while they follow fashion I'm just here catchin' waves Like an Aussie on the beach Fresh talent for the scene Yes man I wanna eat So while they do what everyone else does I'll be here doing me While they're sittin' watchin' time pass I'll be here doing me While they wonder where the day's gone I'll be here doing me Bad bitch on my right arm I'll be here doing me I don't plan on winnin' by chance I'm puttin' work in 'til the sky's dark While they're sittin' watchin' time pass I'll be here doing me While they wonder where the day's gone I'll be here doing me Bad bitch on my right arm I'll be here doing me I don't plan on winnin' by chance I'm puttin' work in 'til the sky's dark These days it's all big bums, guns and Henny pourers But the other night I metaphor and told her to mind her step my pen is flawless With enough life in it to resurrect the stegosaurus And show them I'm back on point (Get it?) with every single letter forming Without a second thought I throw shade to get 'em drawn in (I can't help it) You can say I'm blunt I won't ever dumb it down to make the cut Or claim to be a person that I'm not Even if it gets you p to make it up (U-P, up, ah fuck it) I don't wanna seem fraudulent So it's fine by me if I have a niche audience (It's fine) If I don't get by by being myself I don't see the reward in it (What's the point?) Rap's dry if you don't have sauce with it You can't take a course for that I weren't taught I was born like this (I was born like this) I told Secret Santa they haven't got a clue About what I got in store for them (They haven't got a clue) I'm breathing extraordinaire But these mediocre MC's are just fillin' up space like an ornemant (Fuck off) I'm a monster with these words Keeping people up a night They don't want me on a verse Their track will end up being mine Yeah I'm humble in the flesh A little cocky on the mic They can't replicate my style I got it patterned up so they can't copy what I write And even if the numbers in my following decline I'll be here doing me While they wonder where the day's gone I'll be here doing me Bad bitch on my right arm I'll be here doing me I don't plan on winnin' by chance I'm puttin' work in 'til the sky's dark While they're sittin' watchin' time pass I'll be here doing me While they wonder where the day's gone I'll be here doing me Bad bitch on my right arm I'll be here doing me I don't plan on winnin' by chance I'm putting work in 'til the sky's dark I'm just here catchin' waves Like an Aussie on the beach Fresh talent for the scene Yes man I wanna eat So while they do what everyone else does I'll be here doing me