They either compliment me but speaking a rampage some copy me
And that's reallife that i was aimed to belove by my family tree
You just servin yourself, go pull up to pump three
When i write down lyrics all they do is copy,
Cause now it's on for you and me, all i can see
Youngin but i know an og from a copy.
Blinded by all these street lights, up late, can't sleep nights
And it's impossible for you to copy my rhymes,
As an arsonist i freeze originals leaving them breathless without a copy,
Family is all i need but indeed them too can run me right up a tree
And i don’t know why you fuck niggas can’t see
I promise, your shoddy rap copy so sloppy
And i know you lookin at me like you don't speak english
Corporate motherfuckers, yeah, y'all can't even copy this,
GO BACK TO WRITE A SONG ABOUT ANOTHER TOPIC !
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