(Intro)
An 18 year old from Brissy went a little red in the face when he told me he played the blues.
I just turned to him. I said “Do what you do.”

Yeah man
Do what you do

(Yeah, yeah, do what you do)
(Ey ey)

Seeing people like J. Cole give Harvard lectures
Got me looking up to rappers instead of professors

(Do what you do)
(x4)

Do what you do, like money ain’t an issue (ain’t an issue)
Ey, Do what you do like bullshit never hit you and just

(Do what you do)
(x4)

(Hook)
I’m doin’ mine (doin’ mine)
Doin’ mine (doin’ mine)
This that Daley (that Daley Daley)
That Daley Daley Grind (ey)

Do what you do
(x4)

I’m doin’ mine (doin’ mine)
Doin’ mine (doin’ mine)
This that Daley (that Daley Daley)
That Daley Daley Grind (ey)

Do what you do
(x4)

(Verse 1)
Cause when the buck stops who got problems? It’s not me
I ship it off to the people keep on doing my thing
It's obvious that we some fools and kings
I never mention the music they all expect me to sing

Or pluck strings, give the drummer some or play the keys
I'm black… Milk the way I rap over beats
Eminem set a trend that'd let an artist breathe
And mend together the pieces of broken heart on my sleeve (huh)

I probably sound like Royce, I don't have a choice
I really mean it I been on the bus without a voice
For 5 years, too and from school with my ears manifested
‘Do you think you're black?’ Was the question

Looking back, hearing that, must have been, thick skinned
Either that, or I paid attention to the disc man
Disc in, powerful enough to call it sicknin’
Spittin images middle finger up listenin’ to

(Sing for the moment drop in)
These ideas are nightmares to white parents
Who's worst fear is a child with dyed hair and who likes earrings
Like whatever they say has no bearing
It's so scary the amount I allowed for caring

What they had to say, I pray for em’ to this day
Cause they, struggle to see themselves washing away
In the tabs and the liquor and the green and the pills
Yeah you rad, yeah you sicker, oh that's lean? yeah you ill (fuckboy)

You a, shit pile, who you inspiring?
You living to die, while I'm dying to live I’m grinding
I am, Daley and that's word to my name
It all changed the same day I wrote ain't a game (yeah)

I rap, I'm from Carindale, I'm pale and fail
To give a fuck about anybody for real
Yeah Pharrel, I am other fuck all you mother fuckers
Who didn't make the cut, now I'm sayin' what what!

(Hook)
(x2)

(Verse 2)
This 24, thought I'd save for a feature spot
But fuck it, like the D ain't really keen for the box
Instead, i'll keep the gwap get mad head and props
The first, 48 was more like a warning shot

I reload on em’ like it's Ironlak emissions
But nobody want beef, like they're iron deficiant
The commission, Po! shining on em’ with every rhyme and
My position, don't get it twisted I'll out spit em’

Hit em’ harder then anyone, who you heard in a minute
Pop up from nowhere like ‘shit, he means business’
With the DG as my first release
Didn't cop the freebees on beats had a lesson to teach

That didn't deserve just converting an mp3
Off of youtube (pshh) you dudes is fuckin’ weak
You got no faith in your speech, raps is make believe
You rapping over what's poppin' regardless of the genre, please

I mean, I know, I'm saying do what you do
For the populous, (ha) obviously not for you
I came I saw I gave my story for who?
For me, The Daley Grind EP

I thank you for listening, if you relate you a king
We all got shit to handle so do your thing
Keep on keeping on, do it by any means
Cause between heaven and hell, we living our dream

(Hook)
(x2)