Lyrics:
a KopyCat
You take one look at me
Then you copy that
Gurl
I can't handle that
I'm a first draft bitch
Where's your copy at
But that's fine
Made me go
you I'm not a business deal
You can't shred the documents
The spread sheets of our memories
The recent draft, the hard copy
There are things you
with Molotov Bacardis
Ash on my souls from charred bodies
Nov burnin' up your rough draft with hard copy God got me
Criminal minds with dark hobbies,
to Rio
I'm somewhat Creole
Don't like the man of steel
I'm not your carbon copy but your first draft jalopy for real
I used to deal but the fuzz popped
to Rio
I'm somewhat Creole
Don't like the man of steel
I'm not your carbon copy but your first draft jalopy for real
I used to deal but the fuzz popped
need a map
Always in my head I'm trapped
I wish that success came fast
If it did it wouldn't last
Can't give up this is my path
Final copy not a draft
pants don't touch my glocky
Now I got the paper these niggas wan' copy
Ballin' too hard draft pick in the top three
Came so far up from the bottom now my
Granted I'm scattered and sloppy
But you can't send me back
I'm just a rough draft
So cut me and grab me
And when I'm ready make copies
And one day
Ayy, B Will, this hard
Ayy, ayy (Ooh, ya ya ya ya ya)
Uh (Ooh, ya ya ya ya ya)
Draft Day in this bih, off the top, one take
(Whew) ayy, uh
Ayy,
Draft day johnny Manziel
Nine years later, how am I the man still?
Draft day khalil Mack
I'm putting on for my city
You gotta feel that!
Ah, man you
from Trinidad (it's fake)
He cook up lose a half
My shooter NBA Draft (1st pick)
He broke he need a CAS (your broke)
She spent 10 bands on ass (10k)
and a burdens
I'm still so uncomforting
And...
(Sighs)
These mornings…
Are becoming so mourning
Shit.
I didn't plan for some clean copies,
'Cus no clean paper
trash no suppression
I be going out with bang
Ludicrous but aye hieroglyphic way
Decrypt a script copy paste this bitch
Move it I'm in rift jump into
I was trappin', making music
Pull out them racks since you know how to do it
Niggas gon' copy my swag, how I do it
Bitch, what I do, I don't care how
on the court like a 1st round draft pick
Keep it the same when you see me in traffic
(Ugh)
SpillGod a Stunna no Birdman
Don't make em hop out the back
Oofa-Oofa
Yawl look like Oompa Loompas
Copies of each other
Stinky, stanky, chucas
Sana, sana
Colita de rana
They hate you today
But they'll love you
No
Mary-
Look, I never-
Finished!
Let me call you back
Right
This is just a draft
Right
Probably it stinks
Right
relax
Go and take a step back
Get out my head, baby like a draft
Don't pretend that you don't copy swag
Yeah, money in my pocket
New Prada just unlocked
switched
I ain’t smoking no green, but it’s always green when I shoot so I made the draft pick
I still don’t talk to some niggas or walk with some niggas
Before the crooked smiles
We always had them incidentals
Jay cold huh
Ten toes huh
Benzo huh, Kenzo huh
You niggas copy like 10 four huh
Plottin on ya OGs
you're sworn to bangin' and warrin'
Road Dawgs you assume right first draft kick
Practic tactics of a great Western-type saloon fight
Caution,
copy
(maaaan, why you copy)
Broke boys act like they got money
(daamnn, boy you funny)
5 pair of jays thats what's up
Man 5 pair, but I don't have
still smooth and cool, just like a draft
Leave the metro scared and petrol
Ain't no half-steppin', so I don't sweat no mc
Cause michael jackson
the shit you can't reach, just climb
Quality draft in high quantity
Sheep be too sloppy to copy me
Luck misaligned with the lottery
Trust in your grind
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