This is dedicated to all those copycats
You just a motherf**in' copycat
f** yo ambience, they call me Lox (Hi Lox)
Chances that you f**in' with me, probably not
Ninja sh**, karate chops
Like weak pallbearers, bo-bo-bodies drop
I'm obviously on some other sh**, your squad is not
And all these s**ers 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
f** with me, I got the plug like a car spark
Episode III, flow to you Jar-Jars
Bananas though, an animal
Crazy sh** that make yo b**h take a sabbatical
The young harlequin, got it like Rastafarians
Purple haze like Jimi's on a guitar again
Ha-la-la-lucinatin', 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 b**h to a spectacle like Cirque Du Soleil
Just a motherf**in copycat
Why you lyin', you ain't thought o' that
Riding someone else's dick
You f**in' lying back
You just a motherf**in' copycat
Somebody tear these b**hes up, professor's here
You know the Chatterbox forever rockin' at your wheel
They sayin' this Illuminati sh**, puppeteer
Elevated, you ain't even on the second tier
They kick cannabis, smokin' like sh**'s glamorous
Get in some sh**, 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 b**hes sleepin' on me but I'm used to that
Can't tell me nothin', yo b**h can't tell me nothin'
I leave with Gisele, they gettin' f**ed like jelly stuffing
I can tell you crumblin' cause you softer than a belly bu*ton
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 f**ing parasites
And what the labels feed me, I don't have the appetite
And all you copycats can blow me like a f**ing bag of pipes