How I Do

They wanna do what I do how I do but they can't

I'm trying to prove that this music is art

So if you think about stepping to this

I suggest that you quit don't second guess there's levels to this

They wanna do what I do how I do but they can't

I'm trying to prove that this music is art

So if you think about stepping to this

I suggest that you quit don't second guess there's levels to this

Yo, these wack cliques need a new shtick

Fuck your racks kid I'll jack kicks if the shoe fits

Stacking huge hits I rap quick on some smooth shit

Then I sit back and nap sitting on your crew bitch

Ah who's this? Dumbed out with a couple of stouts

Hugging the couch fuck drugs I'm in love with the sound

Coming around tough luck when I run in your house

Bugging and bounce nothing much now but rubble and grout

Stuck in the clouds with a size 12 foot in your face

You're booking a pace if you ever see me looking your way

A look of dismay is what I give you crooks and fakes

I'm stood in the game not in it for the looks or the pay

They try to do what I do but they can't

So I'm bruising your crew with exuberance

You manoeuvre and move but you're losing your class

And the proof that you use on a super for stars

So boo hoo try something else you might find it helps

To rhyme like yourself your bite lines from wealth and like minds

Can tell when I write I try to find style myself

They wanna do what I do how I do but they can't

I'm trying to prove that this music is art

So if you think about stepping to this

I suggest that you quit don't second guess there's levels to this

They wanna do what I do how I do but they can't

I'm trying to prove that this music is art

So if you think about stepping to this

I suggest that you quit don't second guess there's levels to this

Son I do what I do how I do nothing otherwise

Never hold a pump just a crunch and a couple mics

Any up and comer wanna front getting sun defined

They're sleeping on you and I'm humming a lullaby