Prince Ea - Imma Do Me lyrics

I gotta demonstrate, why these rappers need to put they pen away Going up against Hemingway at center stage, you've been afraid You just sealed your fate, and now you're gonna feel it slip away I don't care if you a friend of Jay's I smoked coke with Barack Obama way before his Senate days I eat rappers, snatch 'em up off my dinner plate And then I use their ashes to make my lemonade It's a shame, cause they told me I'd lose my chance If I didn't make my music like the newest jams I said, I ain't try'na be a Boosie fan And talk about shoulders, chests, shoes and pants Cause to me, that sounds like a stupid plan I'd rather see Roseanne booty dance Or move to France Or fly over the Bermuda sands With no fuel to land Before I ever do the Superman