This is a song about "Copy"

This is faking it, copy and paste, dropped your rap,

While i am poppin' like a snappin' crack

I crave victory, but i don't copy a rapper's history,

And the life i live is hell see, i never thought i'd see

I'm a g, and this is something you can't see

Youngin but i know an og from a copy.

And it's impossible for you to copy my rhymes,

Penthouse on collins, money long as ocean drive

I know when you're coming babymy tongue got you going crazy

They either compliment me but speaking a rampage some copy me

Paralyzed to the feeling, all the hate i see

I promise, your shoddy rap copy so sloppy

My slaughter's hittin' our goals as though we like hockey

Can't me paste back together, and you'll never find a copy

The human racist, motha fucka probably copy and paste.

Of the very same baby that the virgin mary raised