[Verse 1: Fashawn] Uh Your flow far from authentic Mm - you're all gimmicks Seen too many small niggas get large Augmented I increase and inflict scars on all nemeses With these thoughts I'm scribbling Shawn the mortician it is Critical you're style's original Nah, folk wouldn't make it to wax - you digital Cats bite you like the shit's allowed I sit 'em down, show 'em how to rip a crowd And then grip a crown King With this hip-hop thing You had a fling Me? I'm like holy matrimonies and wedding rings Married to the craft Your catalogue I bury in a flash Remind me of Jim Carrey in The Mask Perpetrating and pretending to rap That ain't being innovative, that's identity theft, nigga Get your own I'm sort of like Oprah Dropping meteors on those who mediocre
[Hook] C-O-P-Y-C-A-T, why are you living a lie? Everybody wanna be somebody else When you're doing you, you don't need nobody's help Don't be a C-O-P-Y-C-A-T, why are you living a lie? Everybody wanna be somebody else When you're doing you, you don't need nobody's help Don't be a copycat No, don't be a copycat Nah, don't be a *cat noise* Don't be a copycat
[Verse 2: Fashawn] If I wasn't the letter F I would probably be 20syl 20 years later I'd be dropping bombs still You honestly should pay homage and chill Or get grilled Like a omelette trying to climb in my field You need to enhance your IQ To do what I do Purchase a passport and fly where I flew Have some self-respect Get some self-esteem Imagine Dream what nobody else could dream Impostors Won't get a slot on my roster Reminder: You're not him and you're not her But that portrayal might just get you an Oscar Tell me: are you a minister or are you a mobster? One minute you Muslim and the next you a Rasta One second you're Weezy and the next you're Big Poppa Nah, don't even think of dropping a tape These cats don't cultivate, they just copy and paste It's like that
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