[Verse 1: Dom KENNEDY]

I don’t argue over dumb shit

Back of Barneys top floor on my lunch shit

Chicken salad don’t mind that we here

Make a purchase or two then we disappear

[?] hand rug

Exec mindset and thug

The Jay 305 [laminates?]

Ooo I see they got you standing in

Slide me the Crown kid

This shit poison like Bell Biv DeVoe

These little rappers can’t fuck with me, I quote

I trained ‘em all like Freddie Roach

You want a building start banging

Guess that’s the cost of being famous

I remember you was more cool than that

I used to be around the ones that could shoot craps

My niggas ran out with the Ralph outta TJ Maxx

Creatine in the beats let me hit the abs

Buy yourself a duplex get your chick a Jag

I got the next hundred years yea it’s simple math

Fuck what you claim this rap shit is lame

Don’t even own nothing not even yo name

Can’t go through formulas the label gets paid

6’1” and a half and I don’t play no games

[Chorus: Dom KENNEDY]

Don’t copy my style

Don’t copy my style

Don’t copy my style

Don’t copy my style

Don’t copy my style

Don’t copy my style

[Verse 2: Smoke DZA]

Kings handle business we don’t pout about it

If nothing else, make sure the ounce exotic

I live in the mouth of goddess

Walk around looking like a house deposit, uh

Too many niggas, had to bounce, was crowded

If only all these daps could amount to product

Uh, I guess I’m guess I’m wishful thinking

I never compromise my brand with risky instincts

Might cuff the whole plate

Oversize tees youngins [?] the whole K

Businessmen sitting business class

Six hour flight and I slept the whole way

Don’t hate doggie, be better

I don’t dwell ‘less I [sea dwella?]

I’m on bullshit time

Arm warmed up, out the bullpen flying

[Chorus: Dom KENNEDY]

Don’t copy my style

Don’t copy my style

Don’t copy my style

Don’t copy my style

Don’t copy my style

Don’t copy my style