LYRICS
This is dedicated to all those copycats You just a motherfuckin' copycat Fuck yo ambience, they call me Lox (Hi Lox) Chances that you fuckin' with me, probably not Ninja shit, karate chops Like weak pallbearers, bo-bo-bodies drop I’m obviously on some other shit your squad is not and all these suckers on my stick I call ‘em lollipops Bark bark, feed 'em to the shark sharks Top of the list, I get to haters like they aardvarks Fuck with me, I got the plug like a car spark Episode III, flow to you Jar-Jars Bananas though, an animal Crazy shit that make yo bitch take a sabbatical The young harlequin, got it like Rastafarians Purple haze like Jimi's on a guitar again I le-let loose or nothin', I'm seeing stars again But this ain't Coachella an' those ain't holograms (What's purple haze? You got me purple dazed I can't even understand a single word you says) U-u-urban life, u-u-urban ways Turn this bass to a spectacle like Cirque Du Soleil Just a motherfuckin copycat Why you lyin', you ain't thought o' that Riding someone else's dick You fuckin' lying back You just a motherfuckin' copycat Somebody tear these bitches up, professor's here You know the Chatterbox forever rockin' at your wheel They sayin' this Illuminati shit, puppeteer Elevated, you ain't even on the second tier They kick cannabis, smokin' like shit's glamorous Get in some shit, probably as quick as I slip out of it Sick calibre, hustle like Lip Gallagher Muzzle your chick 'fore I get ruffled and flip out on her Customarily built, you ain't touchin' the kid's altitude Travellin' 239,000 miles dude, miles dude Lunar status, to the moon and back These bitches sleepin' on me but I'm used to that Can't tell me nothin', yo bitch can't tell me nothin' I leave with Gisele, they gettin' fucked like jelly stuffing I can tell you crumblin' cause you softer than a belly button That's why I can cook it up and all you do is smell the oven I feel like every new release I drop, these rapper's bite It's like I'm only here to feed you fucking parasites And what the labels feed me, I don't have the appetite And all you copycats can blow me like a fucking bag of pipes
