Misunderstood (Intro Freestyle) Doobie

I guess you can say, I feel a certain type of way
Whe-when I hear my music play
I knew that one day, I-I-I was gonna be great
But they ain't fuck with me untill I got a little fame
Bu-bu-but I do my thing, yeah I do my thing
I do my thing, yeah I do my thing, I'm doing my thing

Pac style I couldn't find my mother
Such a picky eater I was dying of hunger
Such a heavy sleeper I hope to die in my slumber
They ask me why am I stubborn
Ain't no food in the cupboard
I was so damn young, such big dreams
Only nineteen, doing big things
I love my bros, I'll die for my team
Got the best DJ in the six fourteen
I done came a long way rappin' in that basement
Sendin' songs to the stations but they ain't play it
I done learned the hard way, it ain't easy to make it
But I kept my patience, then I kept on pacing

When Lebron James played for the Cavaliers
Me and my Momma lived in a Cavalier
Whet down the wrong path, I ain't know where to steer
Made a few mistakes but then it brought me here
That's why I'm standing in my same chucks
With my chain tucked
Keep a smile on my face cause I know they hate us
Can never be the same but they imitate us
And you know we gonna eat cause these streets raised us
Back-back-back when it was me and JV
Yeah-yeah I know this new shit ain't me
And all them long nights in the STU made me
Cause people so fake I need to see ID