| Yeah, [Chorus: x2] | |
| Little Derek's | |
| Doing Okay (yeah) | |
| Little Derek's | |
| Doing Fine (fine) | |
| Little Derek's | |
| Doing Cool (cool) | |
| You know how we do [Verse 1:] | |
| Stepped out my house | |
| I'm feelin fresh and brand new | |
| Olu did the trim rhianna done the hairdo | |
| And everything | |
| I wear's new, | |
| Maharishi jacket, | |
| Puma top, boxfresh jeans and | |
| Nike cambu | |
| Sprayed a little versace dreamer on me too | |
| So every girl who pass is like ooh wooh | |
| Police don't pull us over like woo woo | |
| Cause their kids watch | |
| MTV and Channel | |
| U (U) But life ain't always been fine like baby blue | |
| Cause when u do | |
| UK rap you're number two | |
| Cause the | |
| USA ain't givin us space to break true | |
| So I'm on the grind tryin to pioneer and break-through | |
| Gotta keep the punters happy, to tango it takes two | |
| And it seems like | |
| I'm the rapper the people take to | |
| I've never had alot, with what | |
| I've got I've made do | |
| Now I'm blowin up up in this bitch like move, move, move! [Chorus x2] [Verse 2:] | |
| Step out the ride | |
| I'm feelin nice and quite fly | |
| I'm tryin to reach the top | |
| I see the top is quite high! | |
| Steady on my grind tryin to get my face up in the source | |
| So I keep my faith up in the forces in the bright, white sky | |
| Gettin calls from these record label bosses like ' | |
| Hi'! And I've been inside their offices | |
| And listened to their promises | |
| But no-ones made me offers yet | |
| That I could not deny | |
| And I been makin profits of this my mix-tapes fly | |
| Life ain't always been pretty like nah | |
| On the north side of the city | |
| Where it's gritty like kai | |
| We did what we had to done to get by | |
| Hopin not to get caught up in no silly drive by | |
| Little derek wrote lyrics while the others got high | |
| And he ended up in | |
| HMV instead of | |
| HMP Cause street life could only end one way | |
| Your friend cryin on the scene like why, why, why? [Chorus x2] [Verse 3: Baby Blue] | |
| Knowin real fame that's what | |
| I used to dream about | |
| That everyone would know my name and they would scream it out | |
| Knowin my song words and sing along to and | |
| I would walk down the street and hear blue, blue, blue. | |
| My video's rotatin so | |
| I got these execs debating | |
| About whether | |
| I'm taken | |
| And these | |
| RnB guys is thinking the same thing | |
| Calling up my phone asking whether | |
| I'm dating. | |
| I turned my passion to career how could | |
| I lose out | |
| Quit my 9-5 so | |
| I don't have to sell *shoes* now | |
| My CDs are moving | |
| That's the route that | |
| I'm choosing | |
| So I got to make it thru, thru, thru | |
| Little Rachael used to look up to the sky too | |
| Analyse the planets and wonder if | |
| I could shine too | |
| So now they ask how | |
| I'm doin I say | |
| Little Rachael's doing okay [Chorus x2] |